The Begging Chair: Day Five

Melissa DuVant

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One: A Bumpy Path (Manageress)

Chapter Two: Making a Pet (Princess)

Chapter Three: Taming a Beast (Queen)

Chapter Four: Maze of Darkness (Princess)

Chapter Five: The Vanquished (Showgirl)

Chapter Six: Royal Challenge (Queen)

Chapter Seven: Packaged Up (Champion)

Chapter Eight: Queen's Reward (Queen)

Epilogue: Post-Show Interviews

About the Author and Artist

Useful Links

Digital Slave V5, Chapter 1: Bait

Acknowledgements

Thanks to all my backers and subscribers!

 

 

Chapter One: A Bumpy Path (Manageress)

Emilia shook her wrists, feeling the metal cuffs bite into her wrists, the metal clinking and scratching. The cuff-chain was looped over a horizontal rail, holding her arms above her head, although with a lot of slack. She had been ordered to dress herself, which she had done - a pencil-skirt (shorter than she liked, tight around her butt) and silk blouse, before being made to walk to another of the rooms in this place.

She could barely think, her mind fragmented, feeling torn and disrupted, throbbing with tiredness and the perpetual forced humiliations. It took an effort of will to keep her back straight rather than to slump, trying to project at least some sense of control. It didn't help that she was bare beneath her skirt, making her want to cross her legs to protect herself, unsure of what she would be forced to do now, what would be done to her next!

The ceiling-rail ran ahead of her, before kinking around a sharp turn to the right, blocking her vision. A metal block projected down from the ceiling, preventing her progression though - she could only move the cuffs up to that point, and no further, and the distance was too large to let her crane her neck and look around the corner. She could see some ominous-looking cords on the back wall though, currently flaccid and limp.

The blocker regressed with a sharp clunk, making her twitch nervously. A camera stared down at her, beady black eye reflecting her own image, making her blush and want to flinch away. There was no choice except to continue through - she couldn't retreat, another block having come down on the end of the rail as soon as the cuff-chain had slid over it. Every step made her breasts ache - she'd been ordered to attach clamps onto her nipples, metal bell-weights ringing and jangling as she moved, biting through her blouse and into her skin. With her hands on the rail, there was no way to detach them, the springs keeping them firmly attached, her nipples crushed and tormented.

She walked forward, arms still held over her head, making her blouse tighten over her breasts, her heels giving her a little extra height to make it less uncomfortable, walking around the corner. Every chime of the bells added to her shame, reminding her of her humiliation, prickling at her skin from the inside. She wanted to get this over with!

A long, straight hallway ran in front of her, the end concealed in darkness. On the back wall was a fearsome array of whipping cords, the ends knotted, currently dangling down, attached to rollers. There was no way forward but to move in front of it, although it looked ready to flick into life, cords whipping and flicking at her.

A plastic bench was in the center of the passageway, the flat and smooth surface broken by cocks, protruding upwards. They were of varied sizes, from small ones barely the size of her fingers, to massive ridged tubes, as big and around as her forearm, silicone gleaming in the light. The walls were plain except for horizontal slats, ominous and dark, making her shiver - what would come out of those? And, of course, several of the screens, although they were currently dark, and cameras, positioned up high and out of reach.

She started to walk forward, eyes darting nervously around, waiting for something to happen, the cock-bench beneath her, tit-bells ringing and chiming as she moved forward. Something flicked behind her, and she twitched, startled by the noise, trying to twist and see what it had been. A moment later, sensation throbbed down her back, a sear of red pain between her shoulder-blades, making her yelp.

Cocks are to be used.

Several of them started to twist and writhe, animated dildos rather than passive lumps. As they moved, she could see them shine, already wet with lube, able to smell it on the air.

Or suffer punishment.

There was another whip-crack from behind her, a strike against her lower back this time, just above her buttocks, and she heard her yelp echo against the walls. She glanced down at the nearest cock, feeling her body already start to react, her pussy loosening itself, making her whimper again - she wasn't a slut! But she could feel desire building, coiling around inside her belly, a heat she didn't want, but couldn't deny.

She found a small cock, just the size of two of her fingers pushed together, and started to lower herself onto it, having to keep her legs spread. It was hard to align herself properly, craning her neck to try and see the cock beneath her, her legs spread on either side of the bench. It touched against her thigh, cold and slimy, and she wriggled her hips, twisting herself into position and slowly pushing herself into position. Her wriggling made her tit-bells chime, the sound loud and bright, the only other noise that of her lust-addled breathing.

'Please...'

Her plea was ignored she lowered herself and her own weight pushed her further downwards, the lubricated cock sliding inside of her. The wrist-chains weren't long enough to let her actually rest on the bench, her butt stopping just short, her calves forced into an uncomfortable tenseness.

Claim as many cocks as possible. Points will be awarded for size. Failure to comply will result in punishment.

Something sliced the air, just above her head - she caught a brief flash of a cord whipping forward, fast enough to be a blur, before to retracted from view. Her back and butt were still throbbing from the previous impacts, her clothing tight enough to offer no protection.

Being partially penetrated made it hard to think, every breath she took making the cock shift about, oh-so-slightly, increasing her arousal.

Earn enough points to progress.

The cock moved, head brushing against her lips as it retracted, moving downwards. A number appeared beneath the text - "1". Was that all it had been worth?

She pulled herself upwards, metal biting into her wrists. Her body felt hot and feverish, her head reeling already. She bit her lip, trying to control her own emotions, stepping forward. Glancing up at the rail, she could see another block, making it impossible to progress past it. Beneath was a fat, black cock, over an inch in diameter, the tip twisting and spinning. She stepped forward again, and felt it squirm against her thigh, making her shudder, wanting to recoil from it, as it left a smear of lube against her thigh.

'Do I have...'

She couldn't even finish the sentence before a whip cracked out, slashing down her back, impacting harder than before, slashing away a strip of skin, making her yelp in pain. She gulped, choking back tears as she slowly dropped her hips, the cock-head wriggling against her thighs.

The tone of the buzzing changed as soon as it lodged itself within her body, the sound getting muted by her pussy. It twisted around inside her, twisting and writhing, rubbing against her sensitive parts. Her breathing quickened, her hips starting to move of their own volition, thrusting in time with the cock's twists.

She kept lowering herself, feeling the cock slide deeper and deeper into her body, another twisting protrusion rubbing against her clit. Her consciousness felt like it was fraying, all her focus purely on the warmth and pleasure between her legs, her breathing fast and rapid, her mouth hanging slackly, like an idiot's. The bells kept ringing and chiming, her every movement making the metal drag at her breasts, swaying and twitching around in front of her.

Whipping, slicing sounds approached from behind her - she twisted on the cock, whimpering at the sensations, to see that the cords were crawling forward, the wall-panel steadily advancing towards her, the whips flicking up and down.

Keeping any release at bay was an effort, and she tried to pull herself upwards. The cuffs were scraping into her wrists, the metal bands scratching at her skin, slowing her movements. She hovered there for a moment, trying to gather her strength, a fleeting pleasure from the vibrating cock mingling with her self-hatred, before she bit her lip and managed to progress, the sting of pain giving her extra strength.

5.

The sound of the whipping slowed, the progression of the cords stopping. She pulled herself off the cock, feeling some of the lube splash out over her thighs.

As quickly as possible, she moved onwards to the next cock, this one a medium-sized one, although the head was twisting around a lot. She dropped her hips, feeling it push her lips wide as she lowered herself onto it, letting it impale her, fully inside of her body. It squirmed and twisted within her, her hips starting to grind up and down, sinking deeper and deeper. Her breasts bounced and swayed, the bells knocking back against her body, dragging on her nipples and hurting them even more.

She felt tears start to prickle at her eyes, suppressing the urge to sniffle. She didn't want to be this pathetic! But it was getting harder and harder to think, with the cock thrumming away inside her body, her head starting to sag backwards. Rocking up and down felt so good, letting herself be filled, stuffed with the vibrating cock-shaft!

Whips sliced the air behind her, jerking her from her fuck-trance. With a loud groan, she pulled herself up by her wrists, the sore-spots on her arms even worse now, as she stopped partway up, supported by the cuffs, panting and gasping. She could feel that she was drenched beneath her skirt, her pussy-juice slicking her thighs. The odor was strong, even over the scent of lube and metal, and she whimpered.

Emilia hunched downwards, feeling her face and body burn with shame. A whip-strike slashed against her backside, making her yelp, jumping forward, cuff-chain rattling against the metal rail. She jumped forward, escaping further strikes, but then she saw the next cock - fat and huge, making her pussy ache just looking at it, even without it moving.

'Please...'

There was no response, just the increasingly-closer whipping sound, as she stagger-walked forward. She barely even needed to lower her hips for it to brush against her pussy lips! And the silicone was cold and slippery, making her wince as she twisted herself into position, letting it penetrate into her. It spread her painfully wide, stretching her out as wide as she could go.

Once she was on the tip, it was easiest just to let herself drop down, her own weight impaling her. It knocked the breath from her as she got her legs under control, managing to stop her slide downwards. The hot knot of pleasure inside her was getting more intense, throbbing up her spine, her arms twitching in their restraints.

She dropped herself lower down, feeling the base of the massive cock spread her body wide. She'd never been penetrated so deeply before! It hurt, spreading her body wide, making it virtually impossible to breath! Her vision wavered, tears making the lights sparkle. Her first attempt at pulling herself upwards was unsuccessful, as she raised herself a few inches upwards before dropping back down, the second penetration aching even more than the first.

Her wrists tugged against the cuffs, her arms limp, and they would have fallen if it hadn't been for the metal bands. Her breathing was short and ragged, shame and lust mingling in her body. Her core felt so wet and liquid, like she was about to melt, or explode! Emilia inhaled as deeply as she could, then tried to pull herself upwards again. Having all the weight on her wrists made them sting and ache, as she forced herself upwards, inch by inch, the pressure inside of herself lessening, even as the lumps and bumps of the cock stimulated her walls. The pleasure inside her body throbbed, getting closer and closer to release.

A little more... Just a little more... She stumbled, letting out a garbled moan, breast-clamps dragging painfully, chiming and ringing. She didn't have the strength to make it all the way up, having to stand there awkwardly, partially penetrated still, before she was able to complete the movement, the cock sliding out of her. Even without out inside of her, it had been so large she could still feel her insides getting warped by it, only slowly changing back.

What was her score now? She had to squint through her tears - 18. Was that good? The whipping sound hadn't resumed yet, giving her a little more time, as she staggered forward. If it hadn't been for the cuffs, she would have fallen over! Her breasts were sore, nipples crushed by the clamps, the bells swaying from side to side.

She staggered towards the next dildo - although this one was actually two! She shook her head, feeling tears trickle downwards, hot and bitter on her face, before splashing to the floor. More fluid stained her thighs, wet and sticky with her own pussy-juice. But there was nothing else for it, as she started to drop herself downwards. The pussy-dildo was first, pushing her open, sliding easily into her. She had to wriggle her backside, feeling the slippery prong slide over a buttock.

As she tried to align her asshole, she felt another stifling bout of shame, the humiliation of ass-fucking herself. It brushed against the tight knot of her asshole, and she grimaced, before pushing her ass downwards, trying to relax as much as possible. The thing pushed into her, violating her body, lubed enough that it could slide into her backside without scraping and hurting. It forced the narrow cavity wider open, shoving into her body. She could feel her insides compressing between the two impaling cocks.

Thrusting and twitching her hips made the two cocks settle deeper into her, and she had to ride up and down, violating herself deeper and deeper in the ass. Soon it was fully inside of her, and she could feel the bench beneath her buttocks. She exhaled, a long and pained sigh, feeling deep pleasure bubble and boil between her hips.

The thing in her ass felt huge! Far bigger than it looked, it felt like a coke can, at least, shoved into her body! She sobbed, her head sagging downwards, then tried to stand, pulling herself upwards. Both of the cocks started to twist and vibrate, shattering her focus and making her drop back down heavily, her ass getting penetrated to the hilt again.

'Nooooooooo...' She trailed, both of the cocks writhing around inside of her, and she couldn't resist any more. The orgasm broke, washing through her, her limbs twitching and spasming, entirely out of her control. Her heels rattled against the floor, the cuff-chain scraping, metal on metal. The thing in her ass was another source of liquid heat, flowing through her, her moan echoing off the walls.

The whipping sound advanced, and then she felt the cords strike at her body. Her blouse was ripped away from behind, removing even that scant protection, the knotted ends now connecting directly with her flesh. They hurt! But she was still too weak to lift herself up, her legs refusing to obey her, knees floppy.

The biting cords added to the heat, another hot wave crashing through her crotch, the bench beneath her now wet. Each strike sapped her strength further, the thing between her buttocks fat and crude, pinning her in place. Each time she tried to stand, the rippling pressure inside of her buttocks, twisting against her bowels, sent more weakening pleasure through her. She barely even felt the whipping any more, as another wave crashed through her, tearing away control of her body. All she could do was dangle there, gulping and sobbing as she was fucked, penetrated in both holes, her tits crushed and tortured, as her consciousness started to fade.

 

Chapter Two: Making a Pet (Princess)

'What the fuck?' Taylor backed away, tensing up, the metal between her thighs pinching at her skin, raising her arms protectively. The black-wrapped thing on the floor shuffled around, light gleaming against reflective skin, two tails of hair moving, one on each end. It was moving awkwardly, shape hard to see in the low light, as her eyes adjusted. Was it going to attack her? Although it was moving slowly and awkwardly, without any grace or speed.

A wet, pink flash, a tongue lolling out from behind a metal ring, probing at the air. It was a head, although one blinded by latex, the only sign of humanity that of the tongue and lips, the eyes were sealed away and blinded.

'What are you?'

The thing shuffled around, a stiff, high tail swaying from side-to-side. It was low to the ground - the limbs were doubled back on themselves, shiny black latex on their body rippling slightly, as the arms inside twisted. It made a low mewling noise, a line of dribble flowing out of the forced-open mouth, making a small puddle on the floor. Could it see? It started to advance, although only vaguely towards Taylor, before a collar-chain leashed to the wall clicked tight, reaching it's limit. The mewl became a choked cough, the shape shrinking back, seeming to be fearful of the pain.

You must tame and train your new partner. Having the message appear on the screen didn't give Taylor any clarity as to what she actually had to do - a small cabinet looked like it held some sex toys and other items, but the thing creeped her out, almost-human, black and shiny.

Taylor cautiously approached, stamping loud on the ground. It flinched, drawing away, head still twisting from side-to-side.

'So you can hear then?' She stamped again, enjoying the way it flinched, clearly afraid, backing away.

She darted in close, reaching out with a hand. She stroked along the head, feeling the smooth, warm latex, slippery and dry beneath her fingers, pushing the head down. It whimpered, but couldn't move fast enough to get away, as Taylor strode over it and twisted, sitting on the thing's back, facing the head.

It shuddered beneath her, back wriggling and shifting, but she reached beneath the head, feeling for the throat. Beneath the latex there was a wide metal collar, but she squeezed just above that, the whining going silent.

'I don't know who you are, but I suppose you're mine now.' She felt a twinge of heat through her body, the pleasure of being able to dominate and overpower, as she squeezed harder, the latex offering no protection to the throat beneath. She could feel their own body-heat through the latex, and the supple back beneath her, sagging slightly beneath her own weight. 'So are you're going to be my good little bitch?'

Still keeping one hand on their throat, she leaned forward down and around, feeling along their chest, groping at the twin breasts dangling there, sealed within the latex. She could feel stiffening pads within the suit as well, keeping them even more contained. Taylor raised her backside upwards and let it drop down, slamming her own slight weight onto them, enjoying the puff of breath that made, as they strained to support her.

'If you disobey me, I will hurt you. I suppose I'm allowed to have some fun with you?'

All this movement was making her chastity belt shift about slightly, increasing her arousal. All she was wearing was a pair of tight denim shorts and a light vest top, and she could feel herself flushing with denied desire, her hips wanting to grind and twist, wanting to be fucked. Her hips were already sore with pressure- and pinch-marks from where she had tried to reach around, unable to squash enough of her skin out of the way to get to herself, her own pussy firmly locked from use. She growled with frustration, before digging her fingers into a breast and squeezing hard, hearing a gasp-groan of pain as she twisted.

'Bitch!' Her yell echoed off the bare walls, as she wrenched the tit again, before letting go. She let her hands stroke over the woman's body, feeling the rigid supporting material around her waist, compressing in just above the hips, more support along the belly. Padded blocks were on the elbows and knees, securely bound into place, giving some protection against movement. She bounced her own ass up and down on them, enjoying their powerless whines of complaint, before going to investigate the tail.

It was stiff hair, sleek and shiny auburn hair, coming out of their asshole. When Taylor pulled on it, she felt the dog-woman tense up beneath her, whining again. She had to keep pulling, a squidgy pink bead half-appearing, spreading out the asshole. When Taylor let go, the bead slid back in, swallowed back into the woman's body. She pulled again, this time with just enough force to keep the bead in the asshole, spreading the tight little hole wide. With her other hand, she slapped their ass, enjoying the feeling of the pert buttocks beneath her palm, the latex not feeling thick enough to offer much protection.

Her fingers curved around beneath the tail-plug, and she felt soft, warm skin, bare and unprotected. The woman shivered, bucking and almost through Taylor off, before she spanked them again, until the movement stopped. Just a small patch, but their pussy was unprotected. She teased her fingers against it, every touch making the woman shiver again, back arcing as Taylor slid a finger in and then out again.

'Are you going to be my puppy-bitch?' That made them shiver again, Taylor dismounting to more properly inspect them. They tried to move away as soon as she was off them, but having to crawl made them slow, a yank on the tail making them whine and stop moving. The woman's feet were bent upwards, wrapped in more latex, but when she tapped a finger against a shiny, forcibly-stretched, sole, they shivered, giving Taylor time to move around to the head.

Another plume of hair, looser and more flowing than the tail, came up and out from the crown of the head. Well, that meant it wasn't that Queen bitch - Taylor snickered, remembering the feeling of shaving the woman's head, as she twisted and wriggled, unable to escape. She grabbed the hair, feeling the head try and move as she pulled it taut, grabbing at the throat again to completely lock down any movement.

'You're mine. You will obey me, is that understood?'

The only answer was a desperate whine, the head struggling to move, without success. She let the hair drop, then slapped them across the cheek, hard enough to make a sound, the woman flinching away, knees shuffling against the floor. That pink, wet hole was too tempting a target - Taylor sucked in her cheeks and then spat, a wad of her spittle splashing into the woman's mouth, as she forcibly tilted their head back, stopping them spiting it out. They whimpered and whined, but couldn't do anything more.

Taylor pushed her fingers into the woman's mouth, the hole soft and wet, tongue sliding across her fingers. Gripping the woman's throat, they couldn't move, their breathing moist and fast against her fingers, as she pushed harder, feeling the hardness at the top of their throat.

The tone of their breathing changed, as she pushed against their throat, an undercurrent of... fear? Taylor smiled, enjoying the power she had. Just another, slightly shorter push, and they tensed up, making a hacking, spluttering noise. 'You can't talk, all you can do is obey, like a good puppy. I want to see what you can do with your tongue.'

She withdrew her fingers from the throat, crawling on her knees as she unbuttoned her shorts, dropping them down.

'Tongue out.'

They whined but obeyed, pale pink tongue sliding outwards. Taylor pushed her hips forward, guiding the black-wrapped head towards herself. When the tongue rubbed against the metal of the chastity belt, it recoiled, before Taylor slapped them again.

'Keep going!'

There was a whimper, but the tongue slid out again, leaving a faint smear of spit over the shiny metal, Taylor guiding it towards the slot in the belt. She twisted her body and the head, trying to make them align, feeling the tongue slide through, brushing against her skin beneath.

She shivered herself, letting out a low moan, the tongue sliding around her lower lips. Even just that light touch, and her passion was surging, desire for more rising up rapidly within her. She pulled the head in closer, their nose squashing against the stiff metal, but the tongue slipped around, managing to slide, ever-so-slightly, inside her body. She groaned, thrusting her hips forward, ignoring the gasp of pain.

'Come on, use that tongue more!' She took a firm grasp of their head, trying to pull it in as close as possible, her juices flowing heavily. The tongue lightly skimmed and slid around, exciting her, her pussy tensing up, desperately yearning for more, wanting to be filled and stuffed. She kept dragging the head around, ignoring the yelps of pain, her desire hot and heavy.

But there was no climax possible - there simply wasn't enough stimulation, the tongue not long enough, the fucking metal belt still in the way! After another, desperate, tug and pull, she let go, sinking down in frustrated disappointment, her nipples tight and hard beneath her top. She needed to get off! And it wasn't fair that this bitch had her own pussy uncovered and accessible, when her own was locked away!

In frustration, she went around behind them, pulling her shorts back up, then parting their pussy-lips. They murmured uncertainly, before Taylor slapped them there with the back of her hand, enjoying the yelp of pain. She repeated the motion, even harder this time, the wrapped-up legs trying to come together protectively, Taylor shoving them aside and finger-fucking the woman, roughly shoving her fingers into their body, ignoring their protests, the hole hot, wet and tight.

She withdrew, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of release, wiping her fingers clean against the latex, leaving a smear along it.

'So what the fuck am I meant to do with you?' She slapped their buttocks again, before going back to the head-end. On closer inspection, the eyes were covered with a latex blindfold, a thin sheet atop the hood. She was able to stretch it out enough to peel it off, wide and fearful eyes appearing from behind it. They blinked in fear when she raised a hand, as if to slap again, Taylor giving them a savage grin.

'You're going to be my good little bitch. You can't get me off, so I hope you can make yourself useful in some other way, or I'm going to have to entertain myself by hurting you.' The woman shook her head, swift and desperate, making her hair shake, tears forming. 'Oh? You don't want to be hurt?'

Nodding, just as pathetic.

'Then be a good bitch, and you won't be hurt, much.' Taylor tossed the blindfold away, then went and pulled the leash chain off the wall, giving it a shake. The metal links were heavy, and she let them drop onto the bitch's back, flicking them open and down, then pulling hard on the leash.

The bitch tensed up, her weight pulling downwards, too heavy to drag, as Taylor took the chain in both hands, planting her feet securely and pulling on it. The motion made the collar tighten around the bitch's neck, a pleasing spluttering sound coming out, the woman slowly crawling forward.

'You're going to obey me. When I order you to do something, then you will do it.' She stepped over them, standing astride them, her legs on either side, pressing against the woman's compressed waist. She pulled on the leash, making it nice and tight, the bitch's head coming up, before reaching a limit, and then the collar was biting into their throat, making them choke and cough. She made her voice girlish, sickly-sweet and youthful.

'You see? Be a good bitch-slut, and I won't have to do this!' She tugged harder, just for a few seconds, but enough to show her intent, feeling the woman squirming between her legs. This much power! It made her feel even warmer between her legs, her arousal spreading, the metal getting even warmer, pressing and constricting, too tight around her waist.

A sense of irritation mingled with her sealed-away desire, and she raised a foot, stamping down onto the woman's back, hard enough to make them grunt.

'Dirty slut! You're my bitch now, and don't you ever forget that!' She stamped down again, then started to drag them over to the cabinet, their movement slow and shaking. 'I need to teach you a lesson, don't I? So you won't ever think about disobeying me!' What was in the cabinet she could use to show them the consequences of disobedience?

A dildo and a wide, hole-laced paddle were the first things to come to hand. As soon as she pulled them out, the woman whined again and tried to back away, shaking her head. Taylor tightened the leash, making them take another faltering, crawling step forward.

'Maybe I should blindfold you again?'

'Mmphhh!' They shook their head.

'Oh? You don't like the darkness? Then I'll let you see, but I'm still going to punish you.' She knelt down, grabbing their jaw between her fingers and spitting into their open mouth again. 'Dirty little bitch. Every hole open, and you're mine.' She shoved the dildo into the forced-open mouth, enjoying their grunt of pain, slamming it down into them, overpowering the resistance of their throat. Taylor gave it a twist, feeling their tongue uselessly flail and push against it.

'If that falls out, then I'll hurt you even more.' She gave it another push, before going around to their backside. The tail was still poking up high, making it easy to swing the paddle, slapping it against the pert buttocks. The holes in the paddle made it easy to swing, eliminating the air resistance, and slapping against the skin with satisfying thuds.

Each strike made the flesh turn redder and redder, drawing out gagged grunts of pain. Taylor pushed a hand between her own legs, pushing the chastity belt against her crotch, trying to get off again. Her frustration started to boil, and she struck harder with the paddle, leaving uneven red marks against the pale buttocks, then reaching out and grabbing the tail.

'Dumb bitch!'

She pulled the tail - a slight tug, and then a savage yank, the beads sliding out, one after another, the asshole not having the chance to recover and shrink, instead getting forced wide by another bead. Each one made the bitch gasp and moan, her body shuddering, Taylor continuing to slap her ass with the paddle.

'Dumb, stupid bitch! But you're my bitch now, and I'm going to do whatever I want to do to you!' She wanted to get off so badly, her body hot and sweaty, having to tighten her grip on the paddle or risk having it slide from her damp hand. The final bead slid out, the anus still not starting to close, having been stuffed for so long. They were all connected by a stiff wire, and she was able to push the thing against the asshole and start shoving them all back in, forcing the asshole to accept them.

'Anal whore! This is what you want, isn't it?' Her arm was starting to get tired from delivering the paddle strikes, her shoulder aching, and she slowed the rate of assault, forcing the tail-beads back in, slow and cruel, making sure to stretch out the tight muscular ring as much as possible, smiling as she heard the whimpers and sobs.

'You are an obedient slut, aren't you? Keeping that cock in your mouth. I'm sure your used to it though. Dirty, filthy cock-slut!' She dropped the paddle, using one hand to spread the buttocks wide, the other to guide the beads in, until they were fully inserted, the tail now at a different angle, off to the side rather than upwards.

She leaned down, reaching a hand between the latex-wrapped thighs, feeling their soft, wet pussy. It wasn't fair that this dumb bitch-slut had her pussy exposed, while her own was locked away! She jabbed a finger into them, feeling how wet they were, twisting and curling her finger, then pinching at their lips. She squashed the pussy-lips between her nails, the woman squealing in pain.

'Oh? Does that hurt?' She pinched as hard as she could, drawing her hand back and stretching out the skin, twisting it around before letting go. 'Your pussy belongs to me, now!' She slid her fingers back in, twisting and scratching with her nails, drawing out more groans and gasps. 'If you're a good bitch-slut, then maybe I'll let you get off. But your pussy is mine!' She slapped her other hand against the red ass-cheeks, making them squeal again. 'If you disobey, then...'

She trailed off, then spanking them as hard as she could, taking sadistic pleasure in the squeals and pathetic screams. The bitch seemed obedient - whatever task was needed, the slut would obey her, or suffer!

Chapter Three: Taming a Beast (Queen)

Ayaka shuddered, feeling the movement resisted by the latex that sheathed her body. It clung, stretching with her movements, but making them harder, denying her freedom, her "skin" now the black body-sheathe, her feet on in-built heels. She felt at her body again, having to press harder to get any sensations through the double-layer, on both her body and on her hands, her senses numbed. The only bare skin was a tiny strip around her eyes, everything else sealed away - even her mouth was covered by a latex muzzle-mask, a dildo lodged into her mouth and throat. Even aside from that, the latex was tight around her jaw, making it hard to move her mouth at all.

The inbuilt corset compressed her waist, pushing her back upwards, forcing her to stand up straight, her shoulders back, breasts pushed forwards. When she moved, she could feel the metal contact points, ready to shock her - the power-pack was on the back of her waist, but pulling on it had resulted in swift punishment.

She walked down the hallway - if she sat down, she wasn't sure if she would be able to stand up again, her calves throbbing from the exertion. If she moved too fast, the cocks shoved into her holes made her body ache and throb, a melting warmth rising up from her crotch, blurring her thoughts - she growled, or at least tried to, her scalp itching as she remembered the humiliation of being forcibly shaved by that little bitch. She was going to punish the slut for that, if it was the last thing she did! Shove the fattest cock she could find into the woman's tight little holes, make her drink gallons of cum, wire up her soft little pussy to a car battery and make her scream! A hot, throbbing pressure ached inside of her, her bladder full to bursting, feeling like it would spill out of her at any moment.

First, though, she needed to find some food! Her stomach felt weak and empty, and was probably grumbling, but she couldn't hear anything, the plugs in her ears blocking out any external noise. She slumped against the passage-wall, clenching her hands into fists, the latex resisting her, trying to pull her hands open again. Sheer rage and frustration broiled through her, as she staggered onwards, coming across another doorway and slamming her shoulder into it. How large was this place? Although for all she knew, she'd walked in circles, winding and looping around the identical passageways.

She knocked her fist against the door, the metal hard and unyielding. The utter lack of sound made the whole thing seem unreal, like she was locked into a dream, her body not entirely her own any more.

The door slid open, and she stumbled through, ankles aching, trying to catch herself, but then falling to the floor, just about able to shield herself with her arms, the latex at least providing a little shielding.

Ayaka had to drag herself up onto all fours before she could see anything, her legs cramping and tensing up. In front of her was a thin tube, now at mouth level, connected to a large transparent canister, full of the cum-food-paste. She crawled forward, taking hold of the tube and guiding it into the small hole in her penis-gag.

The cum-level started to drop, a second later the stuff flowing into her mouth. It was thick and cloying, the taste overwhelming, and she had to swallow it down before she choked on it, feeling it fill up her stomach, sliding down her throat, a thick and cold slime, reminding her of all the past blow-jobs she had given, her head between a man's thighs, their hands strong on her head, dragging her around by her hair. Her hands tensed even more tightly as she was reminded of her forced shaving, anger seething.

By the time the cum-paste stopped flowing, her belly felt full and fat, her bladder getting compressed, the urge to piss rising up, an increasingly intense pressure. With the suit on, though, it would just go down her legs and into her shoes! The thought disgusted her, making her stomach roil, taste of bile washing away the flavor of cum. But she needed to go!

She pulled her head back, the tube sliding out, droplets of paste splashing to the floor. The pressure inside of her sloshed around, too many liquids stuffed into her body. Tensing her belly up just made it ache more, and made her even more aware of the plugs lodged in her body! Pressing a hand against her belly made it even more intense, before she let at her crotch, searching for any way to open it up. Jostling around the pussy-dildo made it hard to think, her thoughts scrambling, the thing having sensitized her body through its constant presence. She couldn't hold in much longer!

Pressing against one of the metallic lines beneath the surface revealed a small flap, which she peeled open, feeling the licking touch of fresh air on her slit. She pulled harder, opening up a concealed slit, just large enough that she was able to pull out the thing that had been shoved into her. It was slippery, a rubbery cock marinated in her own juices, and her vision twisted and wavered, the thing dropping from her limp hand.

She crawled forward, feeling herself flush with shame, seeing a drain hole in the corner, moving towards it, already lifting a leg and relaxing, feeling the heat flow out of her. In some ways it was better not being able to hear, helping her to distance herself from what she was doing, trying to find it something other than shameful and disgusting. At least the latex shielded her skin, so she didn't have to worry about splashes, as her piss flowed out of her, a short stream falling to the floor, puddling and then down the drain. She wasn't a bitch! When she got out of here, when she found Princess... More fantasies of vengeance flashed through her mind as she emptied herself, before her bladder was empty.

When that was done, she crawled away from the puddle, wanting to be as far from it as possible, looking around with more interest now that she was fed. It was another competition room, small and empty except for the feeding station, with a small, dark passageway leading out. She'd only be able to get in if she crawled, but it was the only way to go.

She crawled in, swiveling her entire head to look around, cautious of traps or threats, moving as fast as she could. Having to crawl like a dog! Even with the shock-collar around her neck, she wasn't a bitch! Although her mental protests were sounding weaker and weaker, the plug still firmly in her ass, fat and wide.

She managed to exit on the other side without interruption, pulling herself up onto her feet as soon as possible, despite the aching in her legs.

A sudden noise in her ears startled her, chains clinking, and a savage growl, followed by a whimper of pain. There was another woman, facing away, also sheathed in latex, showing off a powerful and supple body, muscles visible even when wrapped up in black. She had her arms tied above her head, her body dangling downwards, but the floor beneath her was covered with short, stubby spikes, jabbing into bare feet.

As Ayaka watched, the woman tried to pull herself upwards, powerful arms straining, black-wrapped hands grabbing at wrist-chains. The strain was obvious, her body shaking, struggling to hold herself, buttocks taut, black curves. She held the position, but couldn't sustain it, letting go and dropping back down, a yelp of pain sounding into Ayaka's ears, unable to find any comfortable position that didn't result in her feet being tormented.

Was this another competitor? It must be, but Ayaka wasn't sure what to do. The woman was clearly suffering, but it might be a trap, or getting too close might get her drawn in. It sounded as though they were gagged, wet, slobbery gasps sounding in her ears, assuming that was real. The feet kicked out, legs spreading wide, trying to find escape from the spikes, but the area was too large, impossible to evade.

Ayaka slowly circled around them, looking at what else was in the room - a metal rack of whips, crops and prods, and a pair of high, stiff boots, the feet slanted to be almost vertical. What should she do? Was she meant to hurt them? The thought had a certain appeal, of letting her frustrations boil over, but maybe it would be more useful to try and gain them as an ally?

The woman twisted around, straining to pull herself up by her wrists again, spinning enough to see Ayaka. Although they were hooded, it didn't cover their eyes, and their mouth was sealed behind some kind of breathing mask, a translucent curve that sealed her mouth and nose, strapped into place. They grunted and wriggled, still trying to lever themselves upwards, before dropping down heavily, gasping in pain.

Behind the woman, unseen by them, a screen blinked on.

Queen, Champion will be with you in the contest to come. Pleasure her to free her.

The screen blinked out, message vanishing to be replaced by seconds counting down from 600, as the woman - Champion - struggled again. Her feet were covered in vicious scratches and welts, more than even just the spikes would account for. As she approached, Champion tried to kick out, Ayaka well out of reach, but raising her hands, not wanting to be seen as a threat. Even bound, she could see how strong the woman was, sleek and powerful in the black body-sheathe.

Ayaka kept her arms spread wide, feeling her suit try to pull them back in. She moved with deliberately slow movements, not wanting to spark fear, also trying to stay out of kicking range, skirting around the edge of the room, walking towards the boots. She could still hear their grunts of pain, but nothing more coherent, as she picked the boots up and turned around again, holding them up.

She couldn't speak at all herself, her mouth fully plugged and sealed, but slowly approached, boots still in hand. The frantic writhing and wriggled continued, as Ayaka stepped onto the spiked floor, glad for the first time of her own ballet-heels, protecting her from the nubs. She wanted to tell the woman that she would help her! But there was no way to do that, so all she could do was lift a boot, as Champion swung around.

Ayaka stepped forward, grabbing a swinging leg, jamming her fingers into the back of the knee-joint and making it bend, wrenching one boot on, glad that least that it slid over the latex-bound leg without issue, the foot sliding in. She tightened heavy buckles, locking the thing into place, but now Champion could lower her foot. The woman twisted around - was she cooperating? The eyes looked slightly less panicked now, or was that just a delusion? Either way, Ayaka was able to get the boot locked into position.

Champion relaxed, toes hitting the floor, now longer tormented by the spikes, her breathing immediately becoming less labored. That had taken almost half of the allowed time - and she still had to get the woman off? Ayaka pressed herself closely against them, finding herself shorter than them, her head against Champion's chest. The multiple layers of latex numbed her touch, but she could feel the firm strength of the woman's body, despite the exertions she had endured. If they were working together, then she would be a powerful ally!

She rubbed her own crotch against their thigh, glad of at least one sensation not numbed by the latex, leaving a faint smear on the latex. Instinctively, she went for a kiss, but they were both gagged, their lips unable to touch. Reaching down with her hands, her fingers stroked down the curve of Champion's ribs, then squeezing at a buttock, the muscles there hard under her touch.

Fingers slid across a hip, and she could feel their bones beneath sleek muscle, as they leaned against her, feeling their breathing through their twin suits. There was a small slit just over their crotch, her fingers sliding inwards, beneath it, finding their own pussy beneath.

She gasped and tensed up, pushing against Ayaka, raising herself up higher, as Ayaka slid a finger into her, finding the pussy-slit already wet, or at least her finger seemed to penetrate easily, despite her lack of feeling. Ayaka wrapped her other arm around Champion, trying to hold her steady, Champion managing to lift the pair of them off the floor for a second. She couldn't even explain that she wanted to get the woman free!

Instead, she twisted her finger around, driving it deeper, Champion shuddering against her. What had been done to her before ending up here? Probably something painful! But she was responding to Ayaka's touches.

Ayaka looked up, having to tilt herself backwards to see into the woman's eyes, gaze vacant and distant. That might make her more obedient - if it came to a physical contest, than Ayaka would lose, so she'd need to try and keep Champion loyal, somehow.

She withdrew, then slid two fingers in, all the way up to the knuckles, Champion now leaning further forward, breath fast and rasping. The woman was wet and horny! Twisting her fingers sent any delightful ripple through Champion, as Ayaka ground her own pussy against the taut thigh beneath her, using the woman as a sex toy. She twisted her thumb up, running it along their pussy, finding their nub and rubbing it. Without being able to feel, it was harder to tell if she was having any success, although the way that Champion twitched and spasmed indicated that she was getting the woman off.

Champion's pussy was wet and receptive to Ayaka's touch, at least to judge by how wet she was, Ayaka's fingers easily sliding back and forth, getting faster and faster. Champion's breathing was increasing as well, breasts pushing against Ayaka's upper chest and face, rock-hard abs pressing further down.

The woman tensed up, the finger-thrusts getting even easier as their pussy got wetter, the walls constricting and pulling Ayaka's fingers in, before her entire body tensed up, head tilting back as far as the collar allowed.

The wrist-chains immediately released themselves, Ayaka struggling under the sudden weight, now having to support Champion as the woman lurched onto her, heavier than she had expected. She managed to hold them up, staggering backwards, away from the spiked area, until her back knocked into the wall. Champion now seemed barely conscious, still panting for air, eyelids flickering, gaze unfocused, as Ayaka lowered her to the floor. She needed the woman to at least be awake, if she was going to be helping!

She tried to lift the mask, but it was too firmly attached, the material too stiff to hook a finger beneath. She shoved down on their belly, hoping to jerk them into some kind of consciousness, making their lungs compress, straddling over them. It took several tries, but some focus and clarity slowly returned, their body still limp.

Ayaka grunted at them, trying to convey good will towards them, as Champion stared up at her. A hand came up, stroking her cheek, then sliding down, grabbing her collar-ring. Before she could react, the woman had rolled over, somehow dislodging her, now on top, having wriggled and twisted free.

Ayaka tried to fight them off, wanting to slap their face, but a hand grabbed her wrist, easily overpowering her and shoving her arm down. Her other wrist was also grabbed and pushed back, until both her hands were pinned above her head.

She could feel the woman's weight on her belly, far too heavy to push off, even without her strength. Fear coursed through her, as Ayaka realized she was entirely at the woman's mercy, unable to even break her wrists free of the iron-like grip. They leaned in close, the breathing mask looking eerie and inhuman, using one hand to pin Ayaka's wrists into place, the other reaching down, feeling along Ayaka's chest, lightly squeezing a breast, then further downwards as Champion adjusted her seating, squashing the air from Ayaka's body.

She started to rock her hips, changing her position so her crotch rubbed against Ayaka's own, their pussies grinding together, both wet and soft. Ayaka couldn't resist, too weak, and pinned in place, and feeling her own desire mount, struggling to breath enough to keep up. There was no fighting back, Champion simply too strong! She bucked her own hips, the small amount she could, increasing her own pleasure as they ground together, enjoying the steadily growing waves of pleasure, suckling at the cock-gag in her mouth.

She came, sparks dancing in her eyes, struggling to inhale enough with Champion pressing down on her, the pleasure slamming through her, exploding up her spine, her body now beyond her control, still pinned into place beneath Champion, sagging into a sweaty, melted mess, her consciousness fading then slipping away entirely.

 

Chapter Four: Maze of Darkness (Princess)

Taylor tried to look confident, but the aching, throbbing desire between her legs increasingly urgent. Every step made the belt rub against her thighs, exciting her further, but she couldn't do anything about it! Her fingers were aching, covered with scratches from where she'd tried to slide a finger within the belt, the fucking thing too tight and snug to defeat! Even her little finger in the piss slit could only just reach her body, getting her excited but without being able to get her off. She growled in frustration, before clamping her hands over her mouth, the sound painfully loud in the dark space all around her.

It was impossible to tell how large the room was - a spotlight shone down on her from above, moving as she did, illuminating a neat circle around herself. She'd tried looking up, but that had just blinded her, the light painfully bright.

Walking through the open space made her feel painfully exposed, especially with the constant, crawling shame and desire prickling between her legs. She could feel her nipples rubbing against her tight t-shirt, probably visible if there was a camera zoomed in on her, and her tight denim shorts were snug against her backside, not big enough to hide the chastity belt, her thighs warm and sweaty, thigh-high socks in place.

In front of her waggled the butt-tail of the pet-girl, swaying as the woman moved, still bound onto all fours. Taylor kept a tight hold of the leash, giving it a tug now and again, to make sure that the bitch knew who was in charge. The scent of the woman's pussy-juice was making her feel dizzy though, adding to her frustrated desire. She lifted a foot up and stamped down, leaving a faint footprint on the shiny latex buttocks, making the bitch move faster, as they moved through the darkness.

That is, if they were actually going anywhere! She'd entered through a door, but that had vanished as soon as she'd moved away from the wall. It was impossible to know if she was moving in a straight line, or had curved to the side somewhere. Or if someone was making the floor move, or something strange.

'Mrpphhh!' The bitch grunted, suddenly turning to one side and pulling on the leash. Taylor flicked her wrist, making the leash thrum through the air and strike against the bitch's back, but she kept pulling, taking a sharp turn to the right.

'What is it, you dumb slut?'

'Mrpphh!' The bitch kept pulling her forward, latex skin shiny and bright beneath the spotlight, pulling Taylor into the void. And then, appearing as suddenly as if it had been summoned from thin air, there was a wall and a doorway, currently closed. A screen blinked on, text appearing.

Princess and her pet must work together to navigate this challenge. Activate your vision modes. Part of the wall slid open, revealing two pairs of goggles - Taylor looked through the lenses of them, both currently clear, but the weight of them indicated that they were more than just clear plastic. She put a pair on herself, before pulling on the leash, pulling the bitch around and forcing the goggles over the woman's eyes. She whined, but didn't fight back. Also in the niche was a plastic gun, although with a satisfying weight to it.

When she pulled the trigger slightly, she felt resistance, and a red dot appeared. She moved it from side to side, before moving it over the bitch, the dot resting on her body, and then squeezed the trigger further. There was a sci-fi whine, the dot blinking out as the bitch whined and wriggled, the tail sticking up from her butt shaking around. A row of lights on the back started to fill themselves in - the thing had a recharge time? But at least she had a weapon now, although who would she be fighting?

The door slid open, revealing a narrow passageway, a light on the wall flickering off and on. She could see several junctions already, the walls twice her height but without a ceiling, a pillar of light somewhere off in the distance.

Princess and her pet must find the center of the maze. Hunters will be released to find Princess. Escape them and seize victory.

Hunters? That sounded worrying. But at least, in that case, the belt might protect her, despite the draining thread of lust that constantly pulled on her attentions, making it hard to think or focus, and she had the gun as well. With another flick of the leash, she made the bitch advance, the woman crawling forward, ass-tail shaking from side-to-side.

As soon as she was through the door, it slid shut, metal clicking into place. And then the lights shut off, leaving her in the darkness. She tightened her grip on the leash, feeling the bitch lead her forward.

'Can you see?'

There was a gentle whine from beneath her, the bitch pulling on the leash, seeming more confident. Taylor let herself be pulled forward, the darkness close and oppressive, seeming full of threats. What would the hunters be like? And, more importantly, would they have night-vision equipment? If she were blind and they could see, then she would be easy meat! She'd have to rely on the bitch to tell her if someone was present.

Her shoulder knocked against a wall, making her gasp, flinching in fear before catching herself, sighing in relief that she hadn't been grabbed. She ran a hand along the wall, finding the gap, the bitch turning into it. Was this the right way? What if the bitch was tricking her?

She pulled on the leash, hearing a grunting whine from in front, before the woman kept crawling forward. For now, at least, she would follow along. She tried to move as quietly as possible, her feet making little sound, the bitch shuffling along, gasping and panting beneath her. She kept one arm extended, fingers lightly trailing along the wall - it felt smooth and clean, but didn't shift at all when she pushed against it.

After walking for a while, she turned a corner, and there was a blinding flash of light, making her eyes throb with vivid colors. When her vision adjusted, she found she was looking at a woman, strapped to a cross, metal locked across her wrists and ankles, and utterly naked. A metal muzzle covered her mouth, but she was awake, looking down at Taylor with fear in her eyes. Wires ran across her body, electric pads over her nipples, and something shoved into her crotch. Her feet wriggled, ankles bound together but otherwise free.

Taylor felt herself grin, feeling empowered just by being free, reaching out and jabbing her fingernails into an unprotected foot. It felt warm and soft, trying to wriggle away from her touch, the woman unable to protect herself.

'Maybe when I win, I can make you into a bitch-pet as well.'

The woman was quite attractive, although looked older than Queen had. She'd probably be fun to fuck though, make that face crease up with tears!

A spasm ran through her chest, electricity snapping, her eyes going wide with pain, body tensing up. Whatever was lodged inside her pussy buzzed into life, Taylor able to see her pussy tightening up, wet with juices. And the scent! Hot and vibrant, drilling into her lungs, making her own desire even more urgent, the metal tight against her body.

Taylor pointed the gun at her, making the red dot slide over the woman's naked body, a slight layer of sweat making her curves shine. The thing had recharged fully now, the line on the back solid red, and she moved the dot over the woman's crotch, and then pulled the trigger. There was that electric whine again, and then the woman bucked against her restraints, eyes going wide with pain as she was forced to tense up, electricity forced into her body. Taylor grinned, enjoying the power she felt and the pain she must be causing. Tears trickled from the woman's eyes, the muzzle-gag tight around her face.

But it was probably dangerous to stick around, even if there was a small pool of light here, amidst the darkness. Whoever was hunting her might be getting closer already! After gesturing with the gun again, making the woman flinch, she moved away, eyes flicking down to the pistol-butt, as it recharged.

It wasn't long until there was a corner, and then she was back in the absolute darkness again, feeling the tightness of the leash, the bitch leading her forward. How big was this maze? She couldn't move fast, and there seemed to be endless twists and turns, the passageways about twice as wide as she was. But if someone was after her, then they could probably see in this, when she couldn't!

Could she take the goggles from the bitch? No, they had looked the same as her own, so whoever was in control of this would probably just switch the night-vision off, blinding her regardless. Her hand was sweaty on the pistol-grip, finger over the trigger, keeping it pointed ahead of her. Squeezing the trigger made the red targeting dot appear, showing that there was something not far ahead of her, helping her feel less like she was falling into darkness. The leash she kept a tight grip on, letting herself be pulled forward.

Glancing upwards, she could see a faint light somewhere ahead, glowing up above the walls. When she flicked the pistol around, she could make the dot vanish when it went above the level of the walls, the sudden lack of guidance making her shiver and bringing it back down to her level. It felt a little better to have some idea of direction, even if she was having to trust the bitch to take her somewhere.

A noise made her freeze, a footstep, then another. She pushed herself against the wall, slowly feeling her way along it, leading with the pistol. With her fingers, she felt a corner, peering around it, eyes squinting into the darkness.

Another burst of light, making her head throb, eyes stinging with pain, before they adjusted. There was a shape in front of her, black and shiny, female curves, a collar shining brightly, and this one wasn't restrained. She - it - turned to look at Taylor, head covered beneath a tight and shiny black hood, the smooth lines broken by goggles. Taylor yelped, recognizing the shape of the woman's body - it was Queen, her body now sheathed in shiny black latex!

Queen turned to face her, arms coming up. Taylor flinched backwards, trying to focus on the red dot, bringing it over the walls, until it was on the latex that sheathed the woman's body. She stalked forward, head down, ready to charge as Taylor pulled the trigger. Queen staggered forward, hands coming up to her collar, her body suddenly weak, before she stopped, hitting some invisible barrier.

Taylor frowned, moving forward herself, carefully reaching out a hand, finding a cool, transparent sheet of plastic there, blocking their path.

'Hah! Stupid bitch! You should be thankful I shot you, otherwise you'd have charged straight into it!' She pointed the gun at them again, although it hadn't recharged yet, enjoying the way they flinched. 'I'm going to win this, and make you into a bitch, just like this one!'

Queen slammed her shoulder against the plastic, the sheet reverberating from the impact, becoming more visible as it shook. Taylor took a step back, looking at the pistol as the dots slowly recharged. Queen's head was entirely covered, her mouth sealed behind latex, but the way she moved showed her anger, as she slammed against the plastic again. Taylor pointed the pistol at her, making her pause for a moment, before the lines recharged, and Taylor shot her.

She froze, slowly sliding down the plastic sheet, whatever electrical shock that had just been delivered enough to stop her attacks, for a while at least.

'Just stay down, you old bald bitch! Stay there and don't come after me!'

But Queen was already starting to pull herself up, although she was moving slowly now. Taylor flicked the leash, wishing she had a whip as well, something to physically fight with.

'Come on! Get moving!' She kicked out at the bitch's backside, shoving her forward, the bitch making a surprised squeal. 'Move faster or I'll shoot you again. Get me out of here!' She strode ahead of the bitch, who was trying to crawl as fast as she could, towards the next curve. The butt of the pistol was digging into her hand, her fingers stiff and tight, and she couldn't make herself relax, practically vibrating with annoyance, wanting to be gone from here. There would be some way for Queen to reach her, and she didn't want a physical confrontation!

The bitch reached the corner, turning around it, Taylor moving ahead, plunged back into the darkness. Her heart was pounding, her ears sharp for every sound, only able to hear her own breathing, and the pants and gasps of the bitch. She reached out with a foot, stamping onto a buttock. 'Shut up!' The bitch whined, the panting seeming to lessen slightly, the leash tightening as she shuffled forward, still guiding Taylor forward.

Her chastity belt seemed even tighter now, the bands around her hips chafing against her sweaty flesh, starting to rub painfully at her skin, the arousal between her legs tinged with fear. Every step made her imagine latex-wrapped hands grabbing her, wrapping around her face, dragging her backwards, ripping away her clothing. But at least the belt might stop anything too bad from happening! But Queen would probably hurt her in other ways, and this place would definitely let her.

She took several deep breaths, trying to settle herself, flicking the pistol around, using the laser dot to help find the walls, not wanting to walk into them. The glow above her was starting to get closer - did that mean she was almost at the end? She didn't want to be here any longer, to be walking through the darkness, with the latex-sheathed Queen hunting her down! Even if it had been funny to watch the woman run into the invisible wall, slamming into it!

More twists and turns, Taylor getting increasingly impatient. She stepped forward, stamping down on them again, feeling their body squash beneath her foot, breath whining out from their muzzle. 'Move faster! Or I'll shove this pistol inside you.'

The bitch whined in protest, and Taylor felt the tail brush against her leg. She grabbed it and gave it a swift tug, enough to pull it partially out, then shoved it forward, hearing pants and gasps from beneath her. 'Stupid bitch. Hurry up!'

The panting and puffing got louder as the bitch started to move, pulling Taylor forward. Despite the darkness, her eyes strained to see anything, her mind hallucinating movements all around her, the emptiness seeming a threat.

A sound from behind her made her whirl around, almost getting tangled in the leash. The red dot flicked around, skimming over the walls, the distance changing. And then it reflected off something shiny, just for a moment. She tried to move it back, seeing the slight distortion in the air as it moved, something different there, before either she or it moved.

Her mouth was dry, her heart hammering away as she pushed herself back against a wall, the leash tightening as the bitch tried to move away. She pulled on it, hearing a strangled choke from close by. Where was that thing? She flicked the red dot around again, the bitch still trying to move away.

In frustration, she twisted around, pulling harshly on the leash, upwards as much as possible, the bitch whining and choking, before shooting at them. The electric whine seemed far too loud, but not as loud as the bitch's groans of pain, as she sagged back down heavily to the ground.

Shit, now she couldn't shoot again until it recharged! The lines were slowly coming back, but seemed to be achingly slow. Taylor kicked out at the bitch, trying to spur the woman into movement, but they were a limp, passive lump. She glanced upwards - the faint haze above the walls was closer now. She let go of the leash, hearing it drop to the floor, kicking at the bitch as she stepped over their latex-wrapped form, running a hand along the wall, able to move faster now.

She ran into the darkness, her fingers sliding slightly over the wall, hearing the whining grunts of the bitch fade away behind her. If she just kept heading towards the light, then she'd get out of her soon, wouldn't she? Then she stumbled, her fingers moving away from the wall, the darkness thickening around her.

Steps, behind her, and she spun, red dot snapping out, the pistol having recharged. It flicked over the walls, then streaked down a hallway. As she moved her wrist, it suddenly flicked forward, something blocking it, before that thing moved. Where had it gone? Which way had it moved? She couldn't see! She twisted her wrist, trying to spot the moment when the light got closer, when it rippled over something reflective.

There! But it had moved too fast, and was closer again. Her heart was racing, and she started to back away, having to push herself against the wall, not wanting to lose its protection, or the only point of reference she had.

The dot moved over something, and she shot, hearing the electric whine. Was that a gasp of pain? She couldn't see anything, had no idea what was happening! She started to turn, ready to run, her feet crossing over and making her stumble again.

She bumped into something, different to the wall, smooth and warm. She touched a hand against it, feeling the softness of flesh beneath latex, opening her mouth to scream, before arms wrapped around her, tight and strong, lifting her off the floor. Her legs kicked around, hitting against whoever had grabbed her, but they didn't seem to care. She could feel breasts pressing against her own, her arms pinned to her side, before managing to scream, the sound loud and raw. Whoever they were, they were strong, easily able to lift her up and keep her pinned. Her finger pulled on the trigger of the pistol, desperately hoping that it had recharged, that it would be able to shoot her attacker.

She felt a puff of breath against her face, the arms tightening even more, crushing the air from her lungs, making it harder to think. Bright streaks flashed through her vision, her brain throbbing with pain, the pistol dropping from her fingers with a clatter.

'Nooooo!' She tried to protest, but all she could do was utter a low moan, unable to breathe properly, the air slowly getting crushed from her lungs, her head feeling increasingly heavy, the sparks shooting across her vision getting brighter and brighter.

Footsteps approached from behind her, and then a latex-wrapped hand slid over her mouth, forcing it open. She felt a pill get shoved in, starting to dissolve already. Taylor tried to spit it out, but a plastic palm pressed against her mouth, keeping it sealed. A vile, medicinal taste filled her mouth, as she tried to avoid swallowing, before it started sliding down her throat. She could feel it sink into her, heavy and leaden, forcing her brain into dark silence, as she faded away, still caught in the crushing hold...

 

Chapter Five: The Vanquished (Showgirl)

Consciousness was slow to return, the darkness slowly fading from Olivia's head. Her body ached and throbbed, the darkness almost preferable to the steady pain, her whole body feeling sore. She could barely remember everything that had been done to her, all the humiliations forced onto her body.

She could feel that she was on her back, bound onto a padded board. She tried to move an arm, but thick rubbery straps pinned her down, without any give, and her fingers were bundled into fists, tied into padded bags. She tried to wriggle her fingers, but whatever the padding was, it had barely any give. She could feel a stiff plastic cylinder in each fist though, each of her thumb resting atop buttons. Her legs were pinned into place as well, more bands running over her belly, a collar around her neck.

Light, bright and painful, started to penetrate behind her eyelids, and she twisted against the restraints, feeling control slowly return, able to touch her feet. As she regained awareness, she could feel that pads had been stuck over her body, across her belly, and on her inner thighs. She squirmed, feeling the glue keeping them in place, wanting them removed. She didn't want any more pain!

Something covered her eyes, a soft blindfold, slightly see-through, a shadow moving over her, blocking out the light for a moment. She felt latex-gloved hands touch against her breasts, spiked clamps biting into her nipples, the pain sharp and intrusive.

Then fingers ran down her stomach, before sliding between her thighs. Lube was smeared over her slit, cool and slippery, two fingers casually penetrating into her. She grunted, trying to protest the violation, her teeth biting against metal bars forced behind her teeth, forcing her mouth open, straps wrapped around her head. She grunted - she could at least hear herself - but there was no response from whoever was fingering her, their touch starting to make her feel warm, the lube making her tingle.

There was no way to offer any resistance, nothing she could do except accept her violation, her breathing getting faster and faster, the slipperiness between her legs soon not just from the lube. Then the fingers withdrew slightly, fingers spreading her wide. Metal, cold and cruel, pinched over her clit, crushing the sensitive bud. She squealed, tensing up, the foam beneath her compressing, wriggling the tiny amount she could. But whatever it was, it was too firmly attached, staying clamped in place, sending jagged ridges of pain up into her belly.

A finger felt beneath her, shoving into her asshole, making her grunt again. It twisted around, widening her tight hole, before withdrawing. A few seconds later, a squishy lump was pushed against her asshole, forcing it wide to accept the intruder. It was a relief when it slid into her, the thing shaped like a ball, letting her asshole shrink around it. But then there was another, the painful stretching repeated again, then again and again. She could feel the stuffing of her bowels, making her feel bulging and full, unable to full the things outside of herself. How many of the balls were going into her? She'd lost count by the time they stopped being shoved in, only knowing that she felt cramped inside.

The shadow passed over her eyes again, and then was gone. She heard the faint clicking of heels on a tiled floor, and a low and feminine moan. Behind it all was the faint thrum of machinery, an air-conditioning unit thrumming away somewhere nearby.

She lapsed into a faint doze, hearing more low moans and groans, and the movement of heels again. Her head was strapped into place, securely enough that she couldn't move her head, blocks on either side of her head keeping her staring upwards, the light still painfully bright.

Heels again, faster this time, getting closer, stirring her from her doze. A hand touched against her face, sharp nails scratching her cheek, before the blindfold was plucked away. She winced at the brightening of the light, finding herself staring up at a metal ceiling, pipes and wires strapped to metal girders. A young woman looked down at her, expression cold, wearing a tight leather band around her breasts. She reached a hand out, tapping a fingernail between Olivia's eyes. For some reason, she was rigged up as though to perform, with a microphone pickup around her face, and a bud in one ear.

'Good. Now you're up, we can start this. I wonder how you'll do?' She smiled, the expression savage, making Olivia whimper into her gag again, the metal forcing her mouth wide open. She felt so exposed and vulnerable, with her ass stuffed, the clit-clamp, and her mouth open!

The woman moved away, Olivia seeing that she was also wearing tight leather trousers, clinging to her like a second skin, showing off her legs and backside.

'Hello, everyone!' The woman's voice poured out, far louder than it should be, speakers somewhere Olivia couldn't see projecting it around. 'It's been a fun ride, but now we're coming to an end! And so, first we need to deal with the three that did worst. Showgirl, Precious and Manageress have all been the least popular, and so now they need to compete to see who is the best and worst from amongst them!'

Fear shot through Olivia's veins - what was going on? She tried to protest, but couldn't do more than waggle her tongue, feeling the metal gag within her mouth, unable to force it to move, the rest of her restraints just as tight. Low grunts and moans from close by got louder - were there other people tied up like her? The other contestants?

'Once the competition is over, then bids will be accepted for those lovely ladies. Think of this as a chance to put them through their paces, before deciding if you want to commit to ownership. Or just to have some fun, watching their bodies getting abused.' There was the sound of a slap, flesh-on-flesh, and a gasp of pain.

'Now, onto the game itself. Each of our victims - sorry, I mean contestants - has two buttons, in their left and right hands. A form of suffering will be offered, and an amount. Each of them will press the right button if they think they can take more, or the left if that is their limit. Whoever taps out first will be submitted to the highest amount, whoever keeps increasing it will be subjected to only half that. But, of course, the contestants don't know what each the others have entered! So, lets see what's up first.'

There was a light electronic fanfare, like something from a gameshow, Olivia starting to feel delirious at the sheer craziness of this all.

'Whipping! Nice and traditional.'

Motors whined, and Olivia felt herself moving, the supporting board being lifted up and making her vertical. This changed what she could see - in front of her was the woman, talking towards a camera, a latex-wrapped form behind it. She felt a strong flush of shame coming through her, not liking how obvious it was that she was being recorded. Although now she could see more, she could see other cameras, little red lights indicating they were recording, all focused forward, looking at her. Out of the corners of her eyes, she could see a similar horizontal board on either side, each with another woman strapped in.

Of more immediate concern was a high metal post, with several cords hanging down, all currently limp. She strained against her restraints, but couldn't move, the bands easily strong enough to keep her contained. Dribble started to flow from her mouth, spilling over her lips, splashing onto her chest, wet and sticky between her breasts, making her feel even more ashamed.

The woman turned around with a flourish, gesturing with her hand at Olivia. 'Will the contestants please indicate how many seconds of whipping they can take?'

The post started to turn, only slowly, but the cords stretched out, skidding over the floor - it was obvious that they would be able to reach her at full extension, cracking against her skin, again and again.

On the ceiling above her, a screen blinked on, showing a number - 10. Olivia tried to think it through, trying to figure out the rules of the game, but her brain felt numb and black, unable to properly remember. But if she was the first to drop out, then she would be the most hurt, wouldn't she? She didn't want that, already dreading the feeling of the whips cracking against her skin, and so she pressed her thumb down against the right button. The number increased - 20.

How much could she take? She didn't know, but she didn't want to be the first to drop out! She kept clicking the right button, the number increasing, again and again. When it reached eighty, Olivia started to feel doubt about it - even half of that would hurt, as the whips started to spin faster, starting to raise upwards now, stretching closer towards her. Surely the other two would have dropped out early? Unless one of them enjoyed pain, or thought they could do well!

When it reached one hundred, she whimpered, another splash of dribble splatting down her chest, then pressed the left button.

The motors surged and whined, the post spinning faster and faster, the cords stretching out towards her, stiffening under the spinning force. She tried to tense up, wanting to prepare herself, but the first one to hit her still hurt, a stinging impact against her belly. The restraining bands offered a little bit of protection, but the lashing cord still hurt, slapping against her skin, the force of the hit stinging. And then another, and another!

One strike hit against her crotch, striking against the thing clamped to her clit. The grip held, but the impact wrenched on her skin, stretching out the sensitive nub as it was made to stretch, making her yelp in pain.

It was impossible to focus, although she could see other spinning-posts, in front of the other captives, and hear their pained gasps and grunts. It made her feel a little better, to not be the only person getting hurt, but only a little.

The whipping cords raised themselves higher and higher, slapping against her belly, then the bottom of her breasts. Then against her nipples, and there was a flash of agony as the clamps were torn away, the metal getting flung across the room, slapping away in a vicious strike. She whimpered, feeling savage throbbing from her nipples, the blood flowing back into the crushed skin. The cords were merciless though, spinning around and again, continually striking against her.

At least they didn't raise themselves any higher, not getting anywhere near her face, but they started to drop down, back over her already-punished skin, each impact hurting even more than before! Her whole torso was aflame with the impact-strikes, the pain throbbing together, each further hit making it hurt even more.

It seemed to take forever before the post slowed, the impacts turning from vicious and stinging to slight brushes of the cords, before they dropped away, slithering along the floor before stopping moving.

Olivia wriggled against her restraints again, feeling the aches all over her breasts, and down her belly and on her thighs.

'Next up, we have...' The jaunty electric theme played again. '...Waterboarding!'

'Mphhh!' Olivia couldn't protest, feeling more dirty, sticky spittle flowing down between her aching breasts, the number appearing on the screen in front of her. Waterboarding? How much of that could she take? She pressed the right-hand button, her hand cramping up, her eyes filled with tears, unable to even see the number, before pressing the left button. She just wanted this to be over with!

The supporting board moved again, hinging backwards, as water splashed and surged behind her. As she was moved, her head now lower than her feet, she felt water splashing against her forehead, and feel a coolness in the air. The board continued to tilt itself, and she felt water come up over her forehead. She strained her neck, trying to move her head, but everything was too tight, her eyes getting submerged. She shut them as tightly as she could, everything going dark, before the water came up over her nose, flowing into her, making her choke and splutter.

She couldn't breathe! She tried puffing air out of her noise, managing to clear it for a moment before the water rushed in again. There was no way to escape, as she was dunked further into the water, succumbing to panic, feeling her heart pound, her lungs aching for air. With the gag in, she couldn't close her mouth, the cold water flowing in, and she tried to swallow rather than have it slide down her throat and choke her.

Then she was tilted back upwards, the water flowing over her face, bought back above the surface. She panted, desperately sucking in air, feeling her hair slicking to her forehead.

The next submersion was even more brutal, her lungs aching for air as she tried not to inhale any water. Whenever she was allowed to, she gulped in air, preparing herself for the next submersion, her mind fading. Fear seized her, clammy sweat slicking her body in addition to the water her head was being dipped into, as she was allowed another desperate, shuddering breath. From nearby, she could hear other painful sounding coughs and hacking rasps, the other women being tortured in the same way.

Every time the movement stopped, desperate hope surged, that it was over, but, every time, too soon, the movement resumed, dunking her again and again.

Until, finally, it was over, the board not moving, keeping her suspended just over the water. Water flowed out of Olivia's mouth, as she coughed and gagged, trying to clear her lungs. If it hadn't been for the restraints she would have collapsed completely! How much more of this would she be put through?

'Next up, we have electrocution. Although one of our lovely ladies has lost her breast-clamps.'

Through her tears, Olivia could see movement, a woman completely sealed in sleek white latex approaching, something metal in her hand.

'Nppphh...'

There was no way to resist, as metal was secured against her nipples, biting and crushing, adding yet more pain, almost overwhelming, Olivia wishing she could fall unconscious. Her hand flailed and fumbled for the button, before she hit the left button.

Her thighs tensed up as the pads shocked her. The fierce, jangling pain hurt, but there was no time to recover before her belly cramped up, making her splutter up more water. Her breasts were next, lightning shooting through her chest, making her heart skip a beat, the pain skewering her nipples.

The shock into her clit was the worst, right into her sensitive nerve cluster, but making a heat start to throb within her body at the same time. Her own body was betraying her, getting wet, making the shocks even more effective. They danced all over her body, making her gasp and spasm.

There was no use fighting back - trying to tense up just made things hurt even more, if she tried to resist having her muscles made to contract on command. She let herself feel hollow, not trying to fight back, her body outside of her control, lungs still on fire from the repeated drownings. Each burst of electricity on her clit made sparks of fire bloom in her spine, shooting up and down inside of her, as her body was wrenched from her control, again and again.

She could feel that the board beneath her was drenched, her sweat cold and clammy, as well as the water. She was limp and powerless, unable to even whimper, wracked with agony. Nearby, she could hear another woman yelping, one of the other two being tortured still. She tried to relax as much as she could, not knowing what was happening, before the pained yelps stopped.

'And now, the one you've all been waiting for - forced stimulation! There's no option this time, we're just going to see when each of our contestants pass out.'

The white-clad woman appeared again, this time holding a dildo on a harness. She approached Olivia, her covered face pitiless and terrifying, before she leaned in and released the clit-clamp. There was a blessed moment of relief, and then pain surged as the blood flowed back in, Olivia screaming, at least as much as she could.

A hand was clamped over her mouth, stifling the noise, and forcing her to taste the latex of the palm. The pain was stinging and vicious, before the dildo was shoved into her, penetrating her fully. With the balls still in her ass, it felt like her entire belly was stuffed solid with sex toys, the harness getting strapped around her waist. The woman gave her breasts a quick grope before moving away, leaving her panting and gasping, her crotch aching from the rough penetration.

It started to buzz and vibrate within her, lumps and ridges stretching against her walls. Compared to the brutal tortures, at least this wasn't too bad, her body rapidly heating up, her lungs heaving for breath again. A smaller lump was twisting and grinding right against her clit, making her head spin with pleasure.

It didn't take long for her first orgasm to cascade through her, blasting away her conscious thoughts for a long moment, warm wetness oozing between her thighs. The device didn't stop though, spinning and grinding still, her body starting to build towards another release.

A low moan echoed around the space, one of the other women orgasming themselves. Olivia didn't have the strength to resist, as the pleasure swelled within her, even the fat balls within her ass making her feel comfortably stuffed now, rather than stretched and full.

Another orgasm, and her body was fever-hot now, chasing away the cold and clammy torture-sweat. She was utterly limp and passive, except for when her hips twitched and shook, movements forced on her by the vibrating cock thrust deep within her body.

Her eyelids fluttered, her vision vague as she started towards another orgasm. The air was thick with the tang of pussy-juice, and she could feel wetness soaking from her thighs, flowing towards the floor. As she spasmed, caught in the throes of enforced pleasure, the restraints tightened on her limbs, her body moving outside of her control. Each orgasm was stronger than the one before, her mind an empty void, unable to feel anything except the cock inside of her, twisting and writhing away, as she fell into a barely-conscious stupor, still being forced towards the next explosion of pleasure.

Chapter Six: Royal Challenge (Queen)

Ayaka snarled, trying to pull herself free from her restraints - she was bound with her arms spread and above her head, chains hanging from the ceiling, only able to step slightly forward before reaching the limit of the chains. She was still in the latex suit, the thing limiting her movements, restraining her even more, tight and stretchy around her body. And the collar was still tight around her neck, heavy and chafing, along with a gag sealing her mouth.

Opposite her was Princess, the younger woman also chained to the ceiling, dressed in mostly-normal clothing except for the chastity belt, peeking above her tight shorts. She was unconscious, her body hanging limply down from her wrists.

Ayaka wanted to hurt the little bitch! She pulled on the chains again, wanting to get free and hurt the little bitch! She'd managed to capture her in that maze game, but then something within her collar had pricked her neck, and she'd dropped.

Princess started to stir, her eyelids fluttering open, coughing and spluttering. Her mouth was sealed with a bright red ballgag, spit oozing down her chin - while Ayaka couldn't speak, with the latex hood still in place over her head. At least that hid her shaved head though!

She shifted her feet, straining against the bonds again, feeling the cuffs on her wrists, and the way the latex clung to her body, far too tight, compressive and restrictive. Princess's eyes snapped ahead, her head rising up, slowly focusing. She saw Ayaka and then flinched backwards, Ayaka feeling a surge of satisfaction from the flare of fear. But they were both restrained, unable to reach each other across the room. The floor here was padded, slightly springy, the walls the same.

Somewhere out of sight, a door opened. The latex made Ayaka's skin numb, unable to feel any shift in the air. Two women entered, both sheathed in latex, their bodies shiny and white, perfectly shaped by corsets and padding, as faceless as Ayaka was. One went to Princess, the other approaching Ayaka. She tried to pull back, twisting her body protectively, the faceless women tall and powerful. Pouches lined her waist, and she pulled out a syringe, tapping it before stalking towards Ayaka.

She didn't even have the reach to push the woman away, her eyes flicking to the syringe. Fingers grabbed her neck, peeling up the latex hood and then jabbing the syringe into her. Cool numbness overwhelmed her body, a paralysis settling through her body. It was scant satisfaction to see the same happen to Princess, her petite body dangling by her wrists.

Metal snipped, scissors slicing up over the latex, cutting the suit off her body. She could smell her own sweat, and the slippery oil that had been used to slide it over her flesh. And the scent of her own pussy, making her head reel! Cool, efficient fingers stripped the stuff off her skin, peeling it from her body, the cool air making her flesh sting.

When the fingers moved to her neck, she managed to whimper, not wanting her baldness to be revealed, even the covering hood better than that! But there was no way to stop the woman rolling the hood up, revealing her mouth. A ringer ran over her lips, tapping the rubber ball that filled her mouth before reaching to the back of her neck, loosening the gag and pulling it from her mouth, tilting Ayaka's head back as she did so, letting her swallow some of the torrent of spit, then rolling the hood back down. It flopped into her mouth, the taste unpleasant, as her jaw started to ache.

The fingers slid and stroked over her body, seemingly checking her over, poking at bruises and scratches, Ayaka still hanging limply. She stared across the room, where Princess was also being stripped, her clothing getting snipped off, leaving her naked except for the metal chastity belt, and a thick metal collar around her neck. They stared at each other, Ayaka trying to project her hatred for the little slut-bitch with her eyes. If she ever got the chance, she would break the bitch! Shove that pussy full of the biggest dildo she could find, get a strap-on and spear her asshole, make her squeal and scream!

She couldn't control her own shivers as her own pussy was fondled, a finger sliding into her, all the way up to the knuckle in a single motion, making her gasp, head reeling, already soaked between her thighs. It withdrew, getting wiped clean against her thighs, the woman standing up. Blank, white latex eyes looked at her, the woman nodding, before stepping in close.

Ayaka could feel the latex-smothered breasts compress against her own, wiping away some of the sweat and lube that was smeared all over her body. A hand stroked down her back, before running over her arm, down to her wrist, then releasing her arm from the cuff.

She was powerless to prevent herself falling forward, only supported by the woman, and then her other wrist was released, leaving her completely leaning forward against them. They took her weight without staggering, before hauling her forward, towards the center of the room, where Princess was being carried as well.

They were both dropped on the floor, back-to-back, the younger woman's skin feeling clean and soft against the grimy sweatiness of Ayaka's own body. There was the thwip of rope being unknotted, one of the women pressing their bodies together, as the other unwound a long length of rope and started to wrap it around Ayaka's body. It went around her waist, flowing along her hips, then looping up over her chest, framing her breasts, twisting around her neck.

It rapidly tightened, binding her more closely to Princess, the smaller woman's back pressing against hers. As it tightened, she could feel the pressure on her chest, a slight resistance to breathing, but nothing like as tight as the latex had been. She tried to focus on moving her body, wanting to regain control as soon as possible, trying to wriggle her toes, ignoring the feeling of being dirty and sticky.

The rope was pulled tight, knots getting sealed, pulling her close against Princess. She felt a hand pick up her wrist, pulling on the cuff, metal clicking as it was cuffed to Princess' wrist, the same happening on the other side, their arms now locked together.

Then her hood was rolled up again, her slack lips pushed apart, a rubbery dildo shoved in. Still unable to move her tongue, she felt it bump against the back of her throat, spit welling up around it. It rested there for a moment, before a strap tightened over her cheeks, pulling her head back as is slid deeper into her throat. Her head was pulled backwards, hitting against Princess' with a solid thunk, making her head ache. The cock made it hard to breathe, filling her mouth and throat, and pinning her head against that of Princess.

Her movement was starting to return - she could feel a toe twitch, and then a finger. Would there be any other restraints applied? Why was she being tied to the little slut? She focused on breathing, wanting to have as much strength as possible. If she could, she'd slam the bitch into a wall; she just wanted to make Princess hurt.

One of the white-sheathed women squatted in front of her, looking into her face, all signs of humanity erased by the latex. Fingers patted against her cheek, before taking her chin and tilting her head up, looking into her eyes, then nodding and letting go. The motion made the cock shift within her throat, and she gasped, feeling spit dribble over her chin.

Fingers reached down between her legs, something getting shoved into her, a plastic bead sliding into her pussy, easily inserted between her wet folds. Her body tingled, a pleasurable warmth shooting up her spine, before the woman produced a roll of tape, ripping some off and placing it over her pussy, the stuff sticking to her skin, getting smoothed into place. It immediately started to buzz, warming her up from within.

The woman stood up and left, her identical companion moving with her, Ayaka now able to see the door they had come in through, before it sealed itself shut. She kept trying to force herself to move, wanting to hurt Princess, overpower the other woman somehow. She wriggled a finger, able to move it against Princess' hand, their wrists shackled together.

'Royal showdown!' The sound reverberated through her body, painfully loud, coming from concealed speakers. 'Queen and Princess, in a final contest to see who will hold the crown!'

She grunted in pain as the collar shocked her, making her head twitch, the cock choking her painfully. The thing between her legs was still buzzing away, making her pussy warm and wet.

'Tied together, the winner will be determined by their willpower!'

She could feel Princess starting to move, the woman's back rubbing against her own. Every movement of her head, she could feel through the cock-gag, as it made her own move, choking and strangling her.

'The winner will be whichever of these two can shove their opponent through the gateway!'

Part of the wall slid open, revealing only darkness behind it.

'The first one through the gate is the loser!'

Adrenaline started to surge through Ayaka, her blood pounding in her ears, her legs starting to return to her control. She pushed back against Princess, starting to get herself moving. Just a little more, and then she could get the bitch defeated, and teach her a lesson! But Princess was moving as well, Ayaka able to feel her spine pressing back.

She started to strain, slowly pulling herself upwards, having to support Princess as well, her hips managing to take their weight.

'All you viewers at home - cast your votes, to make things a little harder or easier for our lovely ladies! There's going to be an after-show special with whoever loses, so vote appropriately!'

Ayaka could hear menace dripping from the voice, twisting her fingers backwards and managing to grasp one of Princess' hands, digging her nails into soft skin. Princess must have been twisting her head, the cock-gag sliding around within Ayaka's throat, making her splutter, but she thrust her head forward, hearing a pained gasp from behind herself. She managed a staggering step forward, having to move slowly not be to knocked over by Princess' weight, starting to twist, wanting to position Princess towards the black portal.

There was resistance, the ropes tightening around Ayaka's chest, making it harder to breathe, Princess starting to fight back. She heard a gasp-groan from behind her, and the slap of feet on the floor, lithe fingers twisting against her own, nails spiking into her hands. She tightened her own grip, trying to cause as much pain as possible, still trying to twist so that the bitch was towards the door.

The thing in her pussy buzzed with greater intensity, but she kept her focus, digging her heels in and twisting her hips, using her greater weight to lever Princess into position. There was a yelp of pain and an electrical bzzzt, Ayaka's neck aching in sympathy, but she didn't stop, taking advantage of Princess' pained weakness, stepping around to do a full turn.

She started to drive backwards, shoving her heels into the ground, making good progress before Princess started to resist again, the weight dropping, almost making Ayaka fall.

'If there isn't a winner in two minutes, then both contestants will be deemed as defeated.' Loud, heavy second-ticks started to sound out, each deep enough to make Ayaka's body vibrate. She grunted with effort, straining to lift Princess off the floor using her back muscles, making more headway as she did so. How much further would it be until the wall? The rope around her chest was restricting her breathing, although the overall pressure wasn't as bad as the latex.

She powered through it, straining to heave Princess back another few steps, managing to keep herself just barely balanced. She heard the smaller woman's feet slap against the floor, Princess trying to push back against her, but her lack of weight and strength let Ayaka resist the force, even when Princess tried to make her twist around.

Pain flared around her neck, making it tense up, the cock-gag sliding into her throat, making her gasp. She felt Princess twisting against her back, but dropped her weight, planting herself firmly. The thing in her pussy was still buzzing furiously, an orgasm perilously close - if that came, then she'd be defenseless!

But Princess was gulping and whining as well, her body suddenly relaxing, almost dragging Ayaka downwards. The hands grasping her own went limp, Princess flopping around, apparently having succumbed to an orgasm of her own.

As fast as she could, Ayaka slammed herself backwards, picking up speed, Princess unable to resist. Her movement was suddenly stopped, Princess getting slammed into a padded wall. Yes! Now she just had to find the doorway.

She slammed herself against Princess, hoping to crush the air from her lungs, then starting to wrench her to the side. The buzzing between her legs was getting more and more intense, pleasure-weakness spreading from her hips into her thighs. But there wasn't much further to go! She squeezed Princess' hands as tightly as she could, digging her nails into skin, hoping to cause more pain, before shoving her hips to the side, dragging Princess around. Just a little more!

Another electrical sting spiked her neck, and the cock-gag was even deeper into her throat, but she kept moving. Where was the damn doorway? She twisted a hand, pulling Princess' arm with it, reaching over the wall, finding the end of the padding. She grabbed hold of it, feeling the unpadded edge digging into her fingers, Princess' arm limp, dead-weight, and starting to haul herself towards it.

Princess started to move, her body tensing up, trying to push Ayaka back. But her grip on the wall was strong, despite the pain of another collar-shock, and the throbbing pleasure of an almost-orgasm fogging her thoughts. She pulled again, turning, and then stumbling backwards, pushing Princess through the doorway.

Pleasure flooded through her, the orgasm too much to resist, as she fell backwards, squashing Princess beneath her, something thick and soft beneath them both. And then another prick to her neck, along with more electricity, and darkness rushed over her, thick and cloying...

Chapter Seven: Packaged Up (Champion)

Francesca could feel that her body was wrapped in something, a sticky outer skin that bound her completely, her arms stick down her sides. And she was upside down as well, suspended by the ankles. Her head was still groggy, her eyes covered as well. She started to strain, wriggling around, feeling that she was completely encased. And now she was more aware, she could feel electrodes over her body, on her belly, her thighs and buttocks, even on her feet. There were intruders within her ass and pussy as well, having been in there long enough that her body had shifted to accommodate them.

She started to strain her arms, feeling the sticky stuff flex, peeling and then re-sticking to her skin. Breathing was hard, both from being suspended upside down, and also from the fat gag stuck in her mouth. Every time she inhaled, she could smell the glue on the strips wound all around her, making her head swim from the fumes of the adhesive.

She kept wriggling, feeling the tape start to flex more, giving her more and more movement. Her hands were wrapped up, forced into fists by more tape, but if she could get out, she might be able to do something about that!

Cooler air flooded through a gap she had made, kissing against her thigh, and she started to move her legs as well, tensing her knees and lifting herself up. She could hear the crinkling of the tape as she moved, feeling it pluck and tug at her skin, more air sliding against her skin.

The pads stuck to her body fired off, making her grunt in pain, feeling as though she'd been punched in the belly, flopping back down. But it wasn't the worst she'd taken, so she kept twisting and wriggling, finally managing to pry an arm off her side. Gravity took charge, pulling it further down, peeling the sticky tape-wrapping away from her body. She could even wriggle her fingers a little bit, her sweat helping to make the glue weaker.

With one arm free, she had an easier time, flapping with her bound hand until she found a loose end to rub against, starting to unwind it more and more. Another shock, making her tense up along the belly, before her thighs were tormented, made to cramp up, but it wasn't enough to stop her, as she twisted her shoulders, her other arm slowly coming free. That made it even easier to rub against herself, the air sliding over her skin as it was revealed.

A finger came loose, forcing away the tape, and then the one next to it! As if in response, the thing in her asshole started to twist around, drilling into her, stretching out inside of her body. With two of her fingers freed, she reached down to her face, feeling the tape wound over her head - each strip was an inch thick, with multiple layers wound together. But she could sneak a finger between the wraps, making a gap on her forehead and pulling, ignoring the slight stinging pain as it pulled on her skin. Fresher air flooded over her face, waking her up further, before she started to scratch just above her eyes. It hurt, plucking out her eyebrows and eyelashes, but she was able to get the stuff off, slowly opening her eyes, now able to see.

She was in a backroom, pipes and wires on the walls, where they weren't covered with crates and boxes. It looked like a storeroom - electrical gadgets, clothing, bags of food-paste and all sorts of other things. A large metal casket was on one wall, the front open, all sorts of straps and tubes inside. She grunted in pain as the electrodes on her stomach punched her again, forcing a harsh and brutal contraction, making her flex at the waist.

When she looked up, she could see that a sturdy cable ran from her ankles, around a hook dangling from the ceiling. After being slammed with another electrical shock, she groaned, before bending upwards at the waist, trying to reach towards the hook. It hurt, her stomach muscles throbbing and sore, but she'd done it before at the gym! She knew she could do it, but it hurt, so much!

Just a little more... Just a little more... She strained, focusing her will, managing to make it all the way, bent back on herself at the waist, grabbing hold of the hook. She took a deep breath, before sliding her fingers along the hook, finding a clip there. She pressed on it, feeling it bend, then give, and suddenly she dropped, no longer supported.

Her fingers slid off the hook, and she tumbled to the floor, the hard concrete slamming into her, leaving her dazed and breathless. She could feel all her injuries now, slowing her turn, fragments of the tape still clinging to her. But she could move! She flexed her fingers, peeling more of the stuff off, getting her hands fully free, then tearing it off her legs. It made her skin sting, as the top layer was ripped off.

Beneath it, metal was wrapped around her crotch. She pulled on it, trying to find any weak points, but it was tight and solid, impossible to shift, digging painfully into her skin whenever she pulled on it. The thing in her ass started to buzz again, making her pant, feeling pleasure start to swell up, impossible to evade. The pussy-dildo twitched into life as well, and her knees buckled, weakness flooding through her along with desire.

Every movement made the twin cocks shift within her, stretching within her, but at least she could move now! She ripped off the remnants of the tape, leaving her naked except for the chastity belt, collar and gag. She felt around her head, along the gag-strap. There was a plastic lump around her head, but no way to release it, the thing stuck in place. There wasn't enough flex to be able to get it out, her jaw aching. At least she could tear off the electrode pads though, wincing from having more skin torn off, the wires leading to a battery pack stuck onto the belt.

Her whole body was throbbing and aching, pleasure and soreness both mixing. The floor was cold beneath her feet, but she could move properly. Her fingers slid over the collar, trying to find any way to remove it, but the metal band was stiff and solid, only able to move a little, scratching her neck as she moved it.

It beeped, then shocked her, even more powerfully than before, her vision blurring with streaks. Was this some kind of contest? What was going on? She looked around, but couldn't see any cameras. Trying to think through the enforced delirium of the writhing cocks was hard, but she stumbled towards the wall, trying to keep herself under control.

A door opened, a young women walking in, wearing tight leather trousers and a strap over her breasts. Her had a phone in her hand, her eyes going wide as she saw Francesca, suddenly jabbing at the phone.

The vibrators and the collar both spun into overdrive, making her stagger sideways, before catching herself.

'Well, you were being sent to your buyer already! We need to invest in stronger drugs.' She jabbed her phone again, the collar snarling into Francesca's neck. 'That should have put you under for hours!'

Francesca grunted, unable to talk through the gag. Who the hell was this bitch? She managed to lift her hands up, through the tremors forced onto her body, as two more women, their bodies sheathed in white latex, ran into the room. Their faces were covered by hoods, but they both looked at each other, before their hands dropped to their waists, pulling out stunguns.

'You two - deal with this! And get her into her damn casket to ship her out.'

The woman stepped back, the two in white stepping forward. Francesca staggered as she was shocked again, trying to dodge as one of them lunged at her. She evaded the zapping thrust of the stungun, but then the other one lunged at her. She felt the metal jab at her skin, and then even stronger lightning surged through her body. It was more than she could resist, right into her kidneys, and she dropped to her knees. Both of them thrust at her again, shocks driving her into a barely-conscious daze, before she saw a needle getting filled with some fluid, which was jammed into her neck.

Control of her body faded, all her muscles going limp.

'She really is tough! Damn, I hope her owner can keep her under control. And you better have given her a strong dose this time. Now get her in into her casket, and make sure she's fully restrained.'

Francesca felt herself getting picked up, dragged by hands underneath her armpits, towards the heavy casket. She groaned from behind her gag, trying to force her body into obedience, but it was numb, her body not obeying her commands.

She was pulled upwards and then shoved backwards. Stiff padding pressed back against her, shaped to her body, supporting her by itself. One of the women held her up, the other reaching past her in order to start pulling on straps, thick bands getting pulled over her torso. Her arms were shoved to the side, going into grooves in the thick padding, stretched out to either wide. Straps wrapped around her arms, even her fingers, locking them into place.

Fingers wiped hair off her forehead, before the gag was plucked from her mouth. A band went over her forehead, and then a hand was shoved into her mouth, forcing it open. A translucent curve of surgical plastic, shaped to cover her mouth and nose, with a hose coming out of it, was held up. She whimpered, recognizing it, not wanting to have the aching throb of oxygen deprivation in her lungs, but was powerless to resist as it covered her mouth. She could taste the rubber, sterile and dry, straps going around her jaw and over her head, locking it securely into place.

The airflow was restricted, forcing her to strain and gasp just to suck in air, weakening her further. Dim sparks burst across her vision, her lungs throbbing and sore already.

Her legs were swiftly restrained as well, strapped firmly into place. It was hard to see properly, the women in white blocking the light, the other woman behind them, overseeing, her hand on her phone still.

Despite being unable to move, she could still feel, fingers poking and prodding over her body. They touched against the metal belt, and it beeped, releasing itself from her body. It was pulled away from her skin, and she felt the dildos start to slide out of her, no longer contained by the metal.

It was a relief to not be quite so stuffed, but she still couldn't move! The darkness flickered at the edge of her vision, fingers brushing against her slit. A hand pushed between her legs, pushing into her asshole, still stretched wide from the dildo that had only just been pulled out Something else was shoved into her, just as thick and rubbery, keeping her asshole stretched out. Fluid started pumping into her ass, filling her bowels, warm wetness inflating her belly.

A finger slid into her pussy, twisting around. It made her tingle, as she tried to force her body to move, wanting to at least fight, to do something, rather than simply being treated as limp, passive meat! The finger sliding in and out of her pussy made it harder to think, shattering the rhythm of her breathing.

A dildo was held up, as though for her to inspect. It was shiny with lube, covered with ridges, straps dangling from the base, before it was moved out of her sight. She felt it push against her, moving into her, her body offering no resistance, her pussy still loose from the previous dildo. It made her feel full and stuffed, head dizzy, the straps fastening around her thighs, keeping it held within her.

Both of the women stepped back, looking down at her, one of them squirting some oil over her fingers, making the white latex even shinier. Then she leaned forward, taking hold of Francesca's breasts, rubbing the oil in, making her body shiny, the stuff mingling with her sweat, so that she was sticky and oily.

'I suppose she won't need much physical rehab. Almost disgustingly healthy!' Behind the women in white, Francesca could see the one that was in charge. But she couldn't even move at all, do nothing to fight back! A collar-shock made her gasp, vision going blurry, lungs aching even more.

The oil was spread all over her breasts and down her belly, and onto her thighs. It made her skin sting, still sore from the tape she had torn off. The other woman in white pulled out electrode-pads on wires, Francesca wanting to shake her head in denial, not wanting to be shocked again. But she was powerless to do anything, as the pads were put back onto her body, neatly placed over her belly, thighs and breasts, the wires plugging into the casket.

'Set them on high. I want her to be a puddle when she arrives. And get the helmet on - she can spend the trip being stimulated, without any rest.'

A shock ran through her belly, the muscles cramping up. Another shock, and then another, coming in quick succession, not letting her rest at all. She was having to focus just on breathing, desperately sucking air in, not wanting to fall into a breathless daze.

Next was a plastic headset, a smooth, black curve of plastic. It was pushed forward, against her eyes, blinding her - although there was a gap on the inside, but the thing wasn't activated yet. Fingers, still slimy with oil, brushed against her ears, pushing in soft rubbery lumps, deafening her..

It felt like she was collapsing inwards, fading into darkness. Her arms and legs were both firmly strapped into place, even without the paralyzing drugs! The dildo twitched within her, making her cough and splutter, before desperately sucking air in, trying to fill her lungs.

Fingers stroked over her chest, pushing down on her, feeling at her body. A light burst out from in front of her, making her wince, and then a hand cupped one of her breasts, squeezing her skin. She felt like meat, packaged up for consumption, but it was impossible to move, even breathing a challenge!

Rough, harsh pants sounded in her ears, along with wet slapping, skin-on-skin. The light faded away, and now she could see a video - a woman was staring into her eyes, lips spread wide around a gag, bent over a workout bench. She was held in place with heavy-looking chains, her eyes wide, a long ribbon of spit trailing from her mouth, swaying from side to side. Her body was shaking in time with her pants, a male torso dimly visible behind her, hands on her hips.

The sight made Francesca feel even more blurry, as the cock within her twitched and stirred. She felt a movement in the air, and then pressure against her front, more of the dense foam compressing against her front. Was she locked into the casket? She still couldn't move! But there was pressure against every part of her body, tight and restrictive.

'I'll have to send a warning to your new owner - I don't know if they're expecting you to be quite so sturdy!' The woman's voice cut over the sound of fucking. 'But that's a problem for them. I guess they can just throw you in a cage, if nothing else. Maybe a few days of limited air will make you a bit tamer, along with some stimulation to keep you on edge.' Her collar jolted her, stealing away her breath again. 'At least I'm pretty sure you won't be able to escape the casket! You can spend the next few days thinking about how to be a good little girl in the future.'

The voice vanished, replaced by the moans and groans, and the sounds of rough fucking. The dildo gave slight twists and twitches, keeping her stimulated, her juices flowing down her thighs, but not enough to grant her satisfaction. There was the faintest sense of movement - was her casket being moved? But it was virtually impossible to think through the daze of oxygen-deprivation and almost-cumming, as she sagged into the numbness, body still paralyzed and powerless.

 

Chapter Eight: Queen's Reward (Queen)

The wig felt scratchy on Ayaka's head, the cap prickling her scalp, but having hair again was worth the discomfort. Feeling self-conscious, she turned her head, making sure the hair was properly aligned, a neat black fringe-line across her forehead, able to see her earrings sparkling as she looked in the mirror, her makeup neat, lips red and glossy. The collar still felt heavy around her neck, but being dressed in a smart skirt-suit felt good, even if the hem was even shorter than her usual preference, showing off suspender-straps, the blouse low-cut enough to show off her cleavage.

She took a deep breath, the scent untainted by latex, her body free of the awful clinging tightness, now wrapped in expensive, if slightly slutty, clothing, high stiletto heels pushing on her legs as she posed and preened.

A door behind her clicked, making her twitch, unable to control the jolt of fear she felt, in case she was about to be violated in some new way. A young woman stood there, with two more probably-women, bodies sheathed in white latex, stood behind her.

'Time for your prize, "Queen". Something you might enjoy.' The woman was dressed like she was going clubbing, in figure-hugging black trousers and a bandeau across her breasts. In one manicured hand she held a phone, fingers idly tapping against the screen, making Ayaka nervous, having to resist the urge to pull on her collar. 'You've made quite the impression on our viewers - there's been a lot of interest in you. A bitchy little office-slut - and one that likes doling out pain. As long as you're smart enough to know when to be obedient, then you should go for a nice price.' She smiled, showing her teeth. 'And I'm sure you know to be obedient, don't you?' She tapped her phone again, a mild shock jolting Ayaka's neck, making her wince, staring at her, Ayaka having to suppress a shiver of fear, from the woman's commanding attitude.

She didn't want to answer, making a small sigh.

'Good girl.' The condescension in the woman's tone made Ayaka want to growl, but the collar was still locked in place, and she didn't want to be hurt again! 'Follow.' She twisted on a heel and walked away, the two women in white waiting for Ayaka to follow, staying close behind her as they walked down a plain passageway, that could have been behind pretty much any warehouse or arena in the world.

'We've already severed all ties with your previous life - your friends and colleagues think that you've moved to another state. You're going to be an obedient little bitch now, unless you want to have your identity stripped away, and be turned into a doll. Tell me, did you like your time in the latex?'

Another ripple of pain into her neck, forcing her to answer. 'I... No! I, please...' Just the thought of being sealed away, turned into a thing, filled her with a fear she couldn't properly speak.

'Good girl. Then stay obedient and you will get to keep some of that personality of yours. I'm sure your new owner would rather have you as you as well. But first, you can put on a show for our viewers. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy this one.'

The woman approached a heavy metal door, pushing her palm against a security sensor, which beeped, the door then opening. Warmer air rushed out, ruffling Ayaka's hair, making her flush with a sudden awareness of the wig on her head. And there was the scent of sweat and lust, quiet grunts of strain and effort.

In the center of the room was a medical examination chair, a petite young woman spread out in out, her legs locked into the stirrups, arms cuffed above her head. Ayaka felt herself smile as she recognized Princess, blindfolded and ring-gagged, tongue flashing into sight as her wrist-cuffs clicked.

'A special request of the viewers - Queen dominating the sweet little Princess. She's got a buyer already, but he doesn't mind if she comes a little... damaged. And you've proven yourself quite inventive.' The woman stepped towards Ayaka, taking her chin in one hand and then kissing her, forceful and dominant, her tongue pushing into Ayaka's mouth for a moment. 'You're quite impressive, although I think you need some more obedience training. But some owners let their property have a long leash, so you might get lucky.' The woman's other hand groped Ayaka's breasts, squeezing them through the blouse. 'Go and have some fun, and then we can ship you out.'

She squeezed harder, Ayaka feeling her body heat up, her breathing getting faster, not liking how her body was so swift to arousal.

'Oh, and don't mind them. We're starting to pack everything up, and needed somewhere to keep them.' She tilted her head, gesturing at three heavy metal crates along the wall. A head stuck out of each, three mouths all plugged with large gags, eyes hidden behind blindfolds - the other contestants, all locked up! Ayaka shuddered, glad that she had avoided that fate. 'You'll be the only one walking out of here, so... congratulations, I suppose. And you might even be allowed to keep your name. Those others... Probably not. I think Precious is going to become a pet, Manageress is going to be leased out and tied over a desk to keep management happy, Showgirl's going to be performing something she probably won't like. Champion is going to be someone else's problem, and Princess, well, the bratty types are always popular, but they don't normally stay bratty for long.' She twisted Ayaka around and then pushed her towards the bound woman. 'Now go and have some fun. Might be the last time for a while.'

Despite the threat in the words, Ayaka grinned as she stepped towards Princess, looking around to see what tools were available. A metal tray held various clamps, clips and other items, as well as the gun the woman had been using.

She walked up to them, feeling her confidence increasing, reaching out and scratching her nails down a leg, hard enough to leave marks in the skin. Princess yelped, feet wriggling, wrists dragging on the cuffs again. A strap over her forehead kept her head locked into position, as her neck strained, unable to move.

Ayaka leaned in, sliding her fingers over the woman's body, feeling her short, desperate pants, taking a nipple between her nails and pinching it as hard as she could, before putting her head close to Princess' ear and whispering.

'I'm going to make you regret everything you've done.' She slid fingers underneath the blindfold and lifted it off her face.

'Mphhhh!' A low scream of panic sounded out, distorted by the gag, tongue flapping around.

'There's no escape for you now. So let's get that gun of yours, to start with.' There was just enough slack in Princess' restraints that she could shake her feet, and wriggle her arms a little, but no more than that, her butt shaking against the medical chair. Ayaka found the levers on the chair, pulling them and then spreading Princess' legs, pulling them forward to put the woman more onto her back, exposing her petite buttocks.

'You seemed happy enough hurting me, so I'm sure you won't mind suffering a little.' She picked the gun up, holding it so that Princess could see it, squirting lube over the barrel of the plastic thing. 'Bratty bitches like you need to learn humility. It would be nice to see used properly, but I suppose this will do.' The lube was smooth and sticky on her fingers, making her wince slightly, making her remember the latex suit. But she took the plastic gun and pushed it against Princess' asshole, shoving it into the tight sphincter. Princess tried to resist, Ayaka feeling her tighten around the shaft, but kept pushing, hearing Princess gasp and moan.

'You'll be taking a lot more than this, won't you? Your body is going to be very popular, I'm sure, but for now, you're mine.' She gave the gun a twist, feeling it wrench Princess' body wider open, the woman gasping and moaning. As she started to pump the thing back and forth, she reached for the woman's pussy with her other hand, slapping her there, enjoying the grunt of pain.

'Maybe I should shave your head? Naughty brats like you need to be taught to know their place!'

It was getting easier and easier to slide the pistol back and forth, Princess' anus forced wide. Ayaka twisted the grip, spreading her from the inside even more.

A cane slapped against her ass, making her hiss in pain.

'No shaving! While I appreciate the idea, she'll go for more with her own hair. But you can hurt her as much as you want otherwise. Get her cute little butthole stretched out will set her up for future use.'

The cane flicked against her again, her skirt offering no protection against the strike. She took her annoyance out on Princess, flicking her palm against the bare pussy.

'This is turning you on, isn't it? Dirty brat!' She could feel pussy-juice beneath her hand, Princess apparently enough of a freak to get turned on by this. 'I want you to remember me, so I need to hurt you.' She pulled the gun all the way out then shoved it in, all the way she could, smiling at the pained gasp she heard. 'Now, what else can I do to you? That mouth of yours is so nice and exposed, it needs some attention.'

What did she have? Metal forceps rested on the tray, and she picked them up, the things cold against her fingers. She shoved them into Princess' mouth, pushing them open and then squeezing them shut around Princess' tongue, squeezing the soft skin and then pulling it back. Princess moaned and whined, Ayaka twisted her arm to further torment the woman.

'Use this.' The cane tapped against Ayaka's backside, almost gentle this time, as the other woman handed over a vial, with an eyedropper slid into it. 'Don't get it on yourself!'

Ayaka let go of the pistol-grip, leaving the thing shoved into Princess' asshole, then took the vial, pulling the dropper out. An acrid, eye-watering stench came out, Ayaka pulling her head back, taking the dropper. She squeezed the bulb, red droplets falling onto the extended tongue, a sticky oil mingling with Princess' spit.

She immediately started to pant and gasp, straining against her bindings again, a bright red flush coming over her cheeks.

'Oh? Do you like that?'

The pathetic mewling that Princess made was delicious, an erotic shiver passing through Ayaka, her slit wet already.

'Hauuuh! Hauupph!'

Ayaka had no idea if Princess was trying to speak or was just panting in pain, but it was a delight to hear either way. Another few droplets made the whimpering even louder, before Ayaka let go of the tongue, which immediately retracted into the mouth.

'Hmm, where else could I put this? You're so nice and wet down here, maybe there?' With the forceps, she grabbed a pussy-lip, pulling on the soft skin, stretching it out to reveal pink, wet folds. 'So eager and horny! I wonder who will own you? They're going to have fun with you, I'm sure.'

She squeezed, a few droplets falling into the soft pussy-folds. A second later, tensing spasms ran through Princess' body, her breath coming in painful-sounding rasps, her wrists furiously pulling on the cuffs, the metal rings digging into her wrists. Her legs were tense as well, but there was no movement possible, as her body started to sweat.

'Maybe it needs spreading around? To make sure it's even?' She gave a tug on the pussy-flap before putting the forceps aside. There was a strap-on beneath the medical tray, an impressively-sized cock, almost as fat as her fist. She buckled it around her waist, the waist settling in front of her, rubbing her lube-slicked fingers over it. 'I bet you've never had a nice, big cock, have you? Only your pathetic fans. Well, time for something a bit meatier.'

She stepped between Princess' spread legs, placing a hand on each thigh, digging her nails into the tense muscles and scratching downwards, before taking hold of the cock. Being careful to avoid getting any of the tainted pussy-juice onto her hands, she guided the cock forward, pushing it against the tight little hole, pink and inflamed.

Princess was so wet that the cock slid in easily, Ayaka shoving her hips forward. Princess was whimpering and gasping now, her cheeks building as she struggled to suck in enough air.

'Does that hurt? Does it hurt a lot, you dumb, stupid little slut?' She scratched at the tense thighs again, enjoying how taut they were, and another gasp of pain. 'All you can do is sit there and take it, which is all you deserve. You never should have tried to beat me!'

'Houuuu! Hpgggghhhh!' The whimpers sounded more and more pained, Ayaka quivering with her own delight, the base of the dildo bumping against her slit, exciting her even more. She moved a hand from Princess' thighs to her breasts, squeezing at the small mounds, twisting and scratching. 'Tiny tits - you couldn't even give a tit-job with those. Let's stretch them out a little.' She squeezed and pulled, stretching out the flesh, while still pounding away with her hip, the cock sliding all the way, big enough to make the woman's belly bulge slightly.

'You're going to remember this, aren't you? I want you to have nightmares that I might get my hands on you again.'

Her collar tingled, making her wince, a voice coming from behind her, smooth and commanding, along with another flick to her ass. 'I appreciate the thought, but try not to damage the stock too much.' Another cane strike, and then a hand brushed over her buttocks, before sliding beneath her skirt, fingers teasing over her crotch, pressing against her thin panties, already wet with juices. 'Hmm, shame I don't really need an office-slut, otherwise I'd be tempted by you myself.' A hand came around her front, stroking at one of her breasts, as she tugged on Princess', stretching and yanking on it.

Her own desire was starting to increase, skilled fingers lightly sliding against her lips, as she shoved her hips forward again, the cock penetrating deeply. She knocked against the pistol-butt, hitting it deeper into Princess' ass. Princess was shuddering and shivering now, sweat forming on her skin, before she started to shake more vigorously, breathing coming in desperate and pained-sounding pants.

'A shame about your little hair accident, but it might teach you some humility. I wonder if your new owner will let you grow it back? Some like their property to be shaved, so the hair can be changed at need. Long and brunette one day, short and blonde the next. And bald, or a hood, for the naughty ones. But you're smart enough to behave, aren't you?'

Ayaka gasped as she was fingered, wrenching at Princess' tit, twisting the skin around, enjoying the pain she was causing, and the pleasure flowing around her crotch. Her thighs were wet, tensing up around the hand, fingers teasing and stroking her.

'You're going to be a lovely office accessory. Nice tight skirts and tops, to show off your body. Tending to your master's needs, keeping him entertained during meetings. If you're lucky, you might have a cushion to kneel on while keeping him happy with your mouth. Or he might have a cage for you, to keep you close. If you're really good, you might even be allowed to accompany him on business trips, to keep his bed warm. Or you might just be bent over the desk, so that tight ass can be used.'

A hand spanked her backside, driving her hips forward. Princess moaned, long and pathetic, her body spasming and then going limp, forced into an orgasm. Her own release wasn't far behind, two fingers sliding deeper into her.

'A lot of people liked your cock-training. I think you'd be a good little cum-junkie. This blouse of yours would be a lot better if it was cum-stained, don't you think?'

Thoughts of semen washed through Ayaka's head, memories of the scent and feel, hot and sticky, clinging to her skin. She didn't like being dirty, not like that! But just the thought made her even hotter, as her knees buckled, her own orgasm slamming through her.

Everything went hazy, her thoughts scattered and hazy, the woman still stroking her, as Ayaka's fingers tensed and squeezed into Princess' breasts.

'Another few minutes, and then we can get you into your transport casket. You're going to be a good girl, aren't you? No resisting or fighting back, unless you want some extra pain. Or maybe you like that?'

Ayaka shivered, feeling the collar around her neck, heavy and solid. She couldn't find the strength to speak, still weak and wobbly from the orgasm. The fingers slid out of her pussy, a hand sliding around her neck, breath puffing against her ear.

'You're going to have to learn to adjust to your new position, Ayaka. You might have won the contest, but that just made you more valuable meat. You're going to be a nice, polite office bitch, unless ordered to do anything else.'

The hand tightened on her throat, her breathing suddenly restricted.

'Bad girls get punished - unless you want to be a nice, sleek latex fuck-doll?'

All she could do was whimper, just barely forming words. 'No... Please...'

'Good. You understand your place. So time for lights out, for the lovely, slutty, bitchy Queen.'

Her collar started to pulse, stronger and stronger, jolting into her neck. It overpowered her body, making her twitch, unable to control herself, darkness flowing into her vision, her consciousness fading, even as Princess whimpered, the cock twisting around inside of her.

 

Epilogue: Post-Show Interviews

Persephone ran a hand over her body, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her tight leather vest, tickling fingers over her bare stomach, teasing between her legs, feeling butterflies of pleasure start to form. Her neck itched and scratched, the hastily-applied band that held the microphone making her skin crawl, far too close to a collar, but there was no time to get an over-the-ear one.

She sat down, latex-wrapped skin beneath her, one of the workers down on all fours, back making a seat. She pushed their head down, slapping their ass until they straightened out, so she wasn't leaning to one side, before the light on top of the camera blinked on, smiling as brightly as she could, trying to ignore the sensation of the thing around her neck.

'Hello again! It's been a few months since we last broadcast, but I'm sure you'll want to know how our lovely contestants are doing, since the contest finished. All of them were sold on. First off, Showgirl. She might not be acting in mainstream films anymore, but those of you with more specialized interests have probably seen her.' She raised her hand and slapped it down against the pert buttocks of her seat, the crack sounding out, a screen behind her sparking into life, another in front of her showing what was being broadcast.

It was a split angle, showing Showgirl in a glory-wall, bent over at the waist, her legs and backside on one side of the wall, her torso on the other, with her wrists chained to the wall, supporting her slack body. Her backside was covered with sweat and cum, the torn-away remnants of stockings on her legs, both her holes clearly used.

Her eyelids twitched as she stirred towards consciousness, long lashes fluttering. A naked man approached from the front, grabbing her hair and starting to fuck her face, cock sliding into her mouth, making her throat bulge. On the other camera, another man walked into shot, slapping her ass and then grabbing her hips, starting to fuck her.

'As you can see, she's been getting nice and close to all her fans. She's apparently very popular - several hundred serviced already!'

Showgirl's body shuddered and twitched as she was fucked from both sides, her eyes opening, but dazed and unfocused. Spit dribbled out from her mouth, her lips slack.

'Doesn't look like she'll last much longer, but I suppose that won't really make much difference, she can still be used afterwards.'

The man using her mouth came, the spit changing color, now mingled with cum, Showgirl gasping as some of it shot into her throat. The still-erect cock was slapped against her cheek, leaving greasy smear-marks on her skin.

Persephone's seat wriggled beneath her, and she pressed herself down, trying to fix them into place. 'Not the most interesting of ends, but I suppose her sweet holes are keeping people happy. Next up, we have Precious. To no-one's surprise, she was divorced during her stay here, her husband trading her in for a younger model. But she's got another home now.'

Another buttock-spank, and the video changed from the glory-wall and the double-fucking, to a wealthy-looking American suburban, all glossy-green grass, white fences and gleamingly clean cars. A young and wealthy-looking couple, their faces blurred, appeared, sat on a couch - the man wearing corduroy trousers and a pastel shirt, the woman a summer dress, the very image of wealthy suburbia. The man spoke.

'I'm away for business a lot, so I wanted my lovely wife to have some companionship while I was gone.' He leaned over and kissed her, sickeningly lovey-dovey, Persephone resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Both of them were probably fucking around while the other was gone, and their style was incredibly boring! 'So when I heard that there was a nice, well-behaved pet on the market, then I couldn't resist getting it, as an anniversary present. Come here girl, this way.'

Precious crawled onto screen, in her bitch-suit, down on all fours, skin shiny black, having to move on her elbows and knees. A high, stiff tail poked up from between her buttocks, and the wet flaps of her pussy could be seen as she moved, a wire running inside of her, keeping her stimulated. The woman leaned forward, censor-blur moving with her face, patting Precious on the head, stroking her long, silky hair.

'Good girl! Good girl!' Her voice was syrupy and squeaky, like she was talking to a pet. 'She's such a good little pet. Quite frisky every morning, and knows how to use her tongue. Turn around.'

She grabbed at Precious' collar, wrenching the woman around, ignoring the choking gasps Precious made as the collar compressed her throat. Now facing the camera, it could be seen that most of her face was covered behind a hood, her eyes blank and vacant, a metal ring behind her teeth, keeping her mouth open.

'She doesn't even need a muzzle, and never barks or growls.' She leaned back, a leg reaching out, sliding between Precious' legs, moving back and forth, Precious twitching from the extra stimulation. 'She's a bit slow, but she is a blonde, so it's not unexpected. But she's good and house-broken, and doesn't resist, no matter what I do to her.'

Precious whimpered, shoulders visibly hunching, making Persephone smile - some suburban housewives could be surprisingly inventive, all that boredom getting channeled somewhere useful.

'Since getting Precious, my wife is far happier! And she's been put to good use. She's a good girl, aren't you?'

Precious twisted, rubbing her backside against the man, as the woman raised her other leg, long stiletto heel catching the light, before she jabbed forward, right into Precious' backside, with enough force to make Precious wince, tears forming in her eyes.

'My husband is too soft with her - too many treats will make her fat! And she's only a bitch-pet - we'll trade her in when I'm bored with her.'

Precious whined again, tongue appearing from behind the ring-gag, the heel getting ground into her ass.

'It's cute to wake up and have a nice licking from a well-trained pet. And she is nice and soft, but she can't do any tricks.' She leaned over, sliding a hand into her husband's crotch, kissing him on the lips. 'You're just such a big softy! We'll have to get rid of her when she starts to get tired. But I'm sure you'll have been promoted by then, and be able to spend more time at home.' Her hand started to stroke his cock, the kiss deepening, before the screen cut to black, Persephone waiting to be sure it wasn't coming back before speaking.

'Well, it seems Precious has found a good home, at least for now! I'm sure she has a nice soft bed in their kitchen, and a garden to run around in.' And probably being tortured by the housewife, judging by her behavior!

'Next up, Manageress. Prim and proper on the outside, but a desperate slut once we started to tease her a little. Well, she's not quite as senior as she once was, but she's still in a working environment. Let's see what she's been up to.'

The screen changed to show an office, clean and bright and modern, the camera moving through, showing various people, tapping away at computers or in meetings, before going through a door, into an executive suite. Expensive chairs were around a large desk, with a massive screen on the far wall. In one corner was Manageress, a heavy collar around her neck, chained to the wall. She was dressed in a short, tight skirt, showing off her long legs, high heels making them nice and taut, her blouse low-cut enough to show off her bra, and her arms were twisted behind her, trapped in a box-binder. A metal muzzle covered her mouth, but the makeup around her eyes was well-done, neat and professional.

'She's part of the corporate relaxation team.'

A company logo was on the muzzle, along with the shiny black patch of a card-reader.

'She was trained by Artemis, and is now a good, dedicated office-slut.'

Someone tapped an ID-card against the muzzle, the metal clicking open, revealing glossy red lips from behind, Manageress dropping to her knees, mouth opening. Someone grabbed her head, dragging it back and forth, face-fucking her vigorously.

'She's belted as well, so only the senior executives can use her other holes.' The face-fucking vanished, replaced with a video of Manageress bent over the conference room desk, her skirt up around her waist, muzzled again, her hands tense, as she was fucked from behind, her eyes wide. 'Since she's been installed, then employee satisfaction is up 32%. And she even helps out with some of the regular work sometimes, when she's not being stuffed and fucked.'

There was a montage, set to vaguely generic corporate muzak, Manageress being fucked in all sorts of positions in the meeting room - up against the wall, down on all fours, over the desk, on her back on the desk, on her knees with her arms free, pumping two cocks while sucking on a third...

'It looks like she's learned to loosen up a bit! Although if she ever disobeys, then she knows the consequences - Artemis is firm but fair with its girls, and won't hesitate to bring any that are faulty back to the head office for remedial training.'

The final image was Manageress, in a smart blazer and pencil skirt, but slicked with cum, her breasts heaving as she panted for air, her makeup smeared over her face, barely conscious, the stuff soaking into her clothing. She twitched, her collar shocking her, jerking her into some slight consciousness as someone wrapped her muzzle back into place, before the chain started to retract, dragging her back into the corner.

'Champion had a very special buyer - I'm sure a few of you will have seen her matches! She's still allowed out, but she's only allowed pleasure if she wins. Which has probably added to her record.'

A fighting ring, with Champion in one corner. Her ring-man removed her collar, and the fight started - Champion moved with speed and power, her opponent a taller woman, but slower, struggling to hit. Mercifully, the video only showed a quick montage of the fight, ending with Champion standing victorious, her hands raised in glory.

Then it cut away to Champion, now bound into a metal frame, with electrodes attached to her naked body, a thick rubber bar between her teeth. Electricity sparked, making her body tense and spasm, her teeth biting into the rubber, her skin shiny with sweat. A harness held something within her pussy, buzzing and twisting, her hips gyrating in time with it.

Her orgasm was fast and powerful, juices flowing down her thighs and puddling on the concrete floor.

'She seems to have adopted well to her new, uh, training regime, and hasn't tried to break free much. Although when not fighting or training, she's kept in a specialized containment unit.'

Another transition-flick, Persephone wincing at the editing, too many things too fast. Now the screen was showing a slick black sheet, sucked vacuum-tight around Champion, showing off her curves. The faint impression of electrode-pads could be seen as well, as the bound and trapped form tensed and bucked. As she stretched, the latex moved with her, tightening around her, fingers appearing from the black mass, straining and stretching, before getting snatched backwards, unable to sustain the stretching force. Watching light ripple over the latex was hypnotic, the writhing figure making it shift and waver, never settling down.

'That's trebly-thick latex, as well as constant shocks, as well as to keep her training all the time. It's doing a wonderful job keeping her muscles nice and strong! And whenever she looses a fight, then she gets complete isolation, without visual or audio.' The bound figure spasmed, every limb straining against the latex, Persephone watching it stretch out, getting tighter and tighter... before snapping back, flattening out again.

'But there's two women I'm sure you want to know about - Princess and Queen. Well, Princess is still doing something like what she used to do, but a little harsher. She got purchased by a crowdfunded group, who sublet her out. At the moment, she's doing promotional work.'

The screen showed a pink-tinged room, the walls covered with anime and videogame posters and merch, everything girly and soft. Princess was sat in a modified gaming chair, with half the seat removed, replaced by a cock on a piston, half-buried within her body. Her wrists were cuffed to the arms, giving her just enough reach to be able to use a mouse and keyboard. On the screen, something fast and action-filled was happening, bullets flying everywhere, explosions happening. The shock collar was around her neck, although the metal was now covered with stickers. Princess was mostly naked, with tape X's over her nipples, holding wires in place, and latex hot-pants, tugged aside to let her be penetrated.

Dribble oozed from her mouth, a jawbreaker ballgag shoved between her lips, the strap messily tied around her hair. She mumbled something, spit splashing down her chest, leaving a long stain between her breasts, as the cock-piston twitched.

The screen was filled by an explosion, before fading to black. Princess grunted in pain, electricity sparking from her tape-covered nipples, the cock sliding out of her. She whined from behind her gag, trying to push herself onto the dildo, but it had retreated beneath the base of her chair. She was shocked again, this time from the collar, her hands twitching around.

'She's also available to rent for promotional purposes.'

The video jumped to show Princess in cosplay, dressed up as... some kind of sci-fi sex-doll? She was wearing a latex body-suit, but with lots of "battle damage" to show the skin beneath, a ring-gag in her mouth, her arms bent back and cuffed to her collar, and with semen-stains on the outfit. Someone grabbed her hair, dragging her down before tearing at the latex, ripping it away from her buttocks. A large buttplug shone there, a green gem catching the light, before it was pulled out, metal lump distending her asshole, and then she was being fucked, doggystyle, her face shoved down onto the ground. From how she groaned, it sounds as though she were enjoying it.

A streak of cum shot across the camera, splashing across Princess' body, smeared across her arm. She dropped her head, licking at it, shivering with pleasure, thrusting her hips back and forth, the cock now lodged deep within her ass.

'It looks like she's enjoying herself, doesn't it? Apparently she's very popular, and her subscription services are making her owners good money.'

Princess' moans were getting increasingly loud and guttural, as more shots of cum blasted across her, and she tried to lap them up, twisting herself to lick at them. The cock was fully buried within her body, dribble flowing freely from her mouth.

'She's getting a lot of bookings, so if you want her, then make sure to do so in advance! And she's always eager, at least unless she wants punishment. Her naughty girl, time-out box is quite special.'

Another scene cut, jarring enough to make Persephone wince, showing a metal frame, with Princess' head sticking out of the top, her eyes sealed behind a VR headset. A tube ran into her mouth, white paste flowing down which she had to swallow. There was a clear plastic screen to let the insides be shown, with Princess spread out, a transparent plastic bag sucked tight around her limbs, her body shiny and greasy-looking.

'That's numbing gel all over her body, to keep her nice and isolated, and a stent to keep her paralyzed. When she's in time-out, she's not allowed to hear, feel or see - complete sensory deprivation.' Tears could be seen, trickling down from beneath the VR helmet, falling down her face, probably as unfelt as anything else. More tubes ran into her crotch, front and back. 'All her waste is pumped out - and so she's learned to be a good girl, unless she wants to be put in again.'

Watching the young woman, numb and utterly motionless save for her faint breathing, made Persephone smile, at the sheer savage cruelty of it. No wonder the woman was so obedient now! After a few days of utter deprivation, then even the roughest fuck would feel good, and cum would taste better than having a tube in your throat, nutrient fluid being sent straight into your belly.

'She'll put on whatever costumes you want, and be an obedient dress-up fuck-doll. Or a naked one, she's not going to complain. So, that's five of the lovely ladies, and I'm sure you're all wondering, what came of the victor? The lovely Queen, prideful and bitter, so sexy when in that tight bodysuit, and such a good cocksucker. Well, it seems she's been doing a little bit better than her competitors. She's managed to become the chief discipline officer of a human resource company. And she's here for a video interview!'

At least there wasn't any canned applause, as the screen changed to see Queen, her real name coming up beneath. She was dressed in slutty officewear, wearing a tight black suit-jacket, the expensive material marked with wet, white cum-stains. Her metal shock-collar was locked around her neck, although it had been engraved with a company logo at some point, a spiked chain wrapped in a circle with a wolf's head in the middle. The same symbol was tattooed onto her chest, on the inner curve of a breast. Her makeup was smeared, her lipstick partially rubbed away, her mascara slightly running down from her eyes.

She stepped back from the camera, bowing in the Japanese style, showing off stocking-wrapped legs and a short pencil skirt, more cum-smears on the dark material. The room behind her was a small office, with a window showing an urban nightscape, well-lit skyscrapers reaching upwards.

'Good evening, it is my pleasure to speak to you again.'

'It seems you've done well since the last time we met.'

Ayaka grinned, a sudden light in her eyes. She leaned back, settling herself onto her desk, reaching just out of frame and grabbing something, pulling another young woman into shot by her hair. This one was slender and Asian, dressed for the office, except for the leather hood on her face, all except for her mouth, which was held open by a metal ring, dark hair poking through the top, easy to drag and pull on. Metal cuffs bound the woman's wrists to a thick leather collar, duct-tape bundled around her hands, forcing them into fists.

'Yes. I have been training a new member of staff. She was refusing to use her mouth properly.' She shoved two of her fingers into the woman's forced-open mouth, making her gag and splutter. 'Discipline was applied.'

'It seems you've done well for yourself. And your owners have trained you?'

Her face twitched, a shiver of fear passing through her, before she nodded. 'Yes. I am trained as a cum-slut. I am not allowed food or drink without first consuming semen. Nor may I pleasure myself without first providing pleasure.'

Then her smile turned savage, as she dragged her victim around by the hair, ignoring the squeals of pain, and the ribbons of dribble that flowed from the forced open mouth.

'And your hair?'

Ayaka wrenched her victim around again, using her other hand to slide into the woman's blouse, squeezing a breast.

'My owner has not yet permitted me to have my own. I have been promised that I may be permitted it if I give enough pleasure, and train my underlings to do the same.'

There was the sound of a door opening, somewhere out of view of the camera. Ayaka dropped to her knees, her mouth opening wide, tongue sliding out, before she glanced at the camera, remembering herself. 'A chance to practice.'

She kept one hand gripping the other woman's hair, crawling forward on her knees and dragging the woman with her. A cock appeared on the edge of the screen, stiff and erect. Ayaka licked at it, her nipples erect enough to be seen through her blouse, her face flushing with desire, as she dragged the hooded head forward, onto the cock. The woman stiffened up, but lacked the strength to resist, her throat being violated. Ayaka leaned in, kissing at the cock from the side, leaving red, slobbery kiss-marks down the shaft.

She was clearly lost in a fuck-haze, licking and kissing along the shaft, using her hands to force her victim's head deeper and deeper onto the cock, ignoring their pants and gasps, and the flow of spit running down the leather-wrapped chin. Masculine pants came from off-camera, two hands descending and grabbing hold of each of the heads, Ayaka's hair sliding a little on her head.

With two mouths pleasuring him, it didn't take long for the man to come, the cock sliding out just as it twitched, shooting out a stream of cum, spraying it over the leather hood, pearls forming on the leather. Ayaka twisted her neck, pushing the woman away and licking at the cock-head, before it spurted again, this time over Ayaka's face. There was a line of it down one cheek, surrounded by smaller splatters, Ayaka wiping it away with a finger, before licking it, making a sigh of pleasure.

Then she turned to the hooded woman, licking at the leather hood, the cum-stains replaced by darker spit-trails, left by Ayaka's tongue. As she licked, she reached between her legs, stroking and rubbing herself, her breathing getting ragged as the shrunken cock withdrew.

When all the cum had been licked off, Ayaka continued to finger herself, before Persephone coughed. Ayaka froze, a deep flush of shame coming over her face, her hand between her legs freezing.

'Sumimasen, Mistress Persephone.' Despite her words, her hand stayed between her legs, a slight movement visible, still playing with herself. 'I... I find it difficult to control myself in such a situation.'

'Yes, your owners specialize in cum-sluts, don't they? They claim to be able to turn anyone into a semen addict on their intensive training course.'

'We do, yes. I was trained myself.' She shuddered, before sucking at her fingers again. 'And I have been working on the training course again. Little Kumiko here is not yet fully trained, but she'll learn soon enough.' She shoved her fingers into the mouth, making the bound woman gag and splutter.

'Well, it's good that you seem to have found somewhere useful.'

'It is an honor to be allowed to consume such fluid. And I do enjoy disciplining my underlings.' She drew her fingers out of the mouth, before slapping them across the cheek, hard enough to make them grunt. 'I am valued property, and an asset to the organization.' She turned her head, light shining off the collar, showing off the etched logo, matching the one on her breast. 'I hope to be allowed my hair back.' Her hand was still twisting beneath her skirt, her breathing getting faster and faster, her eyes wide and her pupils dilated.

'And are you available for rent?'

'If my owners permit. My tasks keep me mostly engaged dealing with my underlings, and servicing men.'

'Well, there you have it. Queen, now in charge, but mostly a cum-slut!' Persephone cut the feed, just as Ayaka looked like she was about to cum, twisting around to fully face the camera. 'And I hope that all of you viewers have enjoyed the show - six contestant-victims, taken all the way through to being mind-broken little dolls! If we can find more, we may even run enough season, but until then, this is Persephone Brimstone signing off.' She smiled, leaning forward to show off her own cleavage as she saluted, before the light on the camera blinked off.

 

 

THE END

About the Author and Artist

Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking.

 

The cover was created by Formant. He is a web artist, specializing in the harsher side of fetish and kink.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Digital Slave V5, Chapter One: Bait

Now, date unknown, sixty seconds left.

Bri crawled forward, hearing the timer ticking down, already flinching for when the pain was triggered. Her neck was sore still, the metal collar heavy, chafing and rubbing, the points where the electrodes touched the worse, right at the base of her neck, raw and painful even before being shocked. The timer meant she might be able to evade pain, at least for a while, while silence meant doubt and agony. The seconds kept ticking down, loud and heavy as she tried to get into position, the square marked out with tape on the floor. She rose, fumbling into an awkward crouch, upwards from all fours, feeling the chains that bound her knees together tightening up, making her stumble.

There was no warning, her collar triggering as she rose up, snarling hard enough to make her topple to the side, unable to move, barely able to think. She wasn't allowed to be a person today, she should have stayed down on all fours, like the pet she... like the pet she was... Her thoughts shuddered, but the memories were too strong, of having to crawl around, barely allowed to actually stand and walk, rarely allowed to talk. The collar, locked in place, reminded her of her place, of how she had to obey and serve.

The seconds kept on ticking down, as she tried to wrestle back control of her body, frantically crawling forward, just about getting into the marked space as the timer ran out, the air now silent, somehow even more ominous.

There was no chance to relax though, as a metal slot opened up, and a cock, already hard and wanting attention, slid through. She looked at it with distaste, hating the desire burning inside of her, but the clock was ticking again. She kissed the tip, sliding her tongue around, before opening her mouth wide. Her stomach rumbled, her throat sore from lack of water - she was being punished for... something? Yesterday... Had it been yesterday? How long had it been since she had been allowed to sleep?

The cock was hot and fat, filling her throat, easily sliding down, making her gulp and gasp. On the wall in front of her, she could see the black bead-eye of the camera, always watching, recording every movement she made, as she impaled her throat on the cock, her gag-reflex long-since trained out of her. But as long as she kept her fans happy, then she might be able to avoid further punishment! She wanted to not be hurt, even if it meant doing things like this.

She drew her head all the way back, kissing along the side of the cock, feeling it tense up. At least this one was a decent size! Before it could climax, she took it into her mouth again - better that then having it spray into her room, leaving the scent around, and getting her punished again.

It bucked, spewing cum into her mouth. The taste filled her dry mouth, slicking her tongue. She couldn't avoid a flush of pleasure running through her body, her crotch tensing up. If she was good, maybe she would be allowed clothing? Being naked, even on her own... It was just another reminder of the lack of power she had, the inability to decide anything.

And that reminded her of the metal that had been embedded into her body, the barbells through her small, pert breasts, and the rings through each of her lower lips. Even now, after however long it had been, she could still feel them, even behind the metal that was locked around her privates.

She almost forgot to show off her achievement by swallowing, but remembered in time, turning her head to the camera and opening her mouth, showing off the sticky, white paste, rolling her tongue around, her eyes downcast, cold shame mingling with the heat of arousal.

A ding sound indicated that her success had been acknowledged, the now shrinking cock retreating back through the slot, and she swallowed, feeling the hot slime down her throat, making her want actual water. She'd been naughty recently, even if she couldn't quite remember what she had done, a constant haze of tiredness that made remembering hard, even without the constant pain of the collar.

Part of the wall rattled, something dropping into place, making her shiver and whimper. Anything out of the ordinary meant pain and suffering - she liked it here, at least compared to outside. Here, all she had to do was degrade herself, use her mouth to pleasure cocks, and sometimes her other holes, but outside, outside hurt. A panel opened, revealing a black leather hood, currently empty. It was dirty, covered with sweat and cum smears, and she shook her head, whimpering, not wanting to put it on.

Her collar bit and snarled at her, making her whole body shudder, hurting her, making her cry out in pain, still tasting the cum in her mouth. Could she withstand the pain, refuse the order? She curled up into a ball, shuddering and twitching, the pain getting worse and worse. Her neck was on fire, her whole body descending into agony, her lips tightly clamped together. It was too much! She reached out, arm shaking, fingers barely controlled and picked the hood up, hating even the feel of it. It took several tries to open it up, her body hard to make move as she wanted to, and then she pulled it over her head. It pressed in around her, terrifying claustrophobia flowing into her, her hands freezing before a moment before she was able to complete the movement and pull it into place.

The scent of it was vile, sweat and cum, and it blocked her sight completely. Every time she inhaled, the taste-odour intensified, coiling in the back of her throat. She didn't like being hooded, not being able to see, something else taken from her that she couldn't control. It was like being a toy and having the batteries pulled out - she felt tired already, wanting to sleep now it was dark.

She heard the door open, heavy metal locks moving. Fresher air filled the room, flowing over her bare skin. Some device made a clicking noise, more of her training being triggered, and she started to crawl forward, hands and knees scraping against the floor.

It was easy to tell when she crossed the threshold, the floor wooden laminate. It was her house! But any indignation at being controlled and used was hard to sustain, as she crawled forward, wondering if she was being watched. Whoever she had just sucked off was probably still here? The hood muffled her hearing, so even if there was someone watching, she couldn't tell.

But then there was something she could hear - the tinny opening bars of the music she used when opening a stream. Was she being recorded? Was it being broadcast? Without any other orders, she kept crawling, unsure where anything was - when she had been allowed to control anything, then the couch had been here, opposite the TV. But it seemed to be vacant now? The lack of knowledge, lack of control, made her shiver and twitch, not knowing what was about to happen, but the cum-scent was oozing into her brain, turning her on against her wishes.

There was a cracking sound, and it took a moment for the sensation to filter through her body, something hard and stiff slapping against her buttocks, stinging pain and another dash of shame. She grunted in protest, raising her head, but her collar tingled in warning, forcing her back down onto all fours. Whatever it was struck against her backside again, even harder, making her skin tingle and prickle from the impact.

She thrust her ass up, hating the way the pain rippled through her, making her body heat up, an unwanted surge of desire coming through between her legs. The metal crotch-piece felt far too tight, and then another strike hit it, driving it against her skin, hurting more than the strikes against her skin.

Another click, this one felt more than heard, and it took her a moment to realise what it was - from around her waist, the crotch-piece unlocked, starting to fall away from her body under its own weight. She tensed her thighs, wanting to keep it in place, wanting the protection of it, not wanting to be exposed and accessible to anyone.

It fell away from her body, hitting the floor, the air coiling and curling against her now-bare pussy. She was already wet, feeling herself ready for fucking, her body wanting it, her mind unable to rebel.

A foot pressed down hard against her head, forcing it against the floor, a heavy sole pressing down onto her. Her butt raised up, and she felt herself flush, hot, excited and ashamed, not knowing who was pinning her in place so hard. Something hot, thick and sticky splattered all over her back, making her wince, hoping it wasn't what she knew it to be. The splatter was thick and heavy, feeling hot, like it should burn, soaking into her skin.

Her ass was slapped again, and then hands, wrapped in gloves, pushed against her skin, peeling her lips open. She moaned as something slid into her, a thick, rigid dildo, large enough to stretch her out, full and satisfying. Another spasming jet of cum splashed over her, as she started to buck her hips, taking the thing deeper and deeper into herself. It felt good, more than she wanted to admit!

The foot removed itself, a hand then grabbing her head, as she supported herself on all fours, the cock still pumping in and out. The hood was suddenly torn off, bright spotlights hurting her eyes, several camera lenses staring at her, harsh-outlined shapes looming over her. A blast of cum hit her in the face, gumming an eye shut, and she groaned, unable to contain herself from the dildo fucking her. The lights on the cameras stared at her, every one turned on, recording and broadcasting her degradation to the world, to anyone who cared to see.

She couldn't escape, getting fucked from behind, unable to see who was using her, more cum splattering onto her. Being used like this, and shown off to everyone... She was powerless, some of the stuff hitting her face, her tongue sliding out to lick at it, making her die a little more inside.

Behind this, projected onto the wall, she could see what video was being streamed - her own body, shining brightly with reflected light, skin sweaty and marked with cum, the chat logs down the side filled with excited emojis, words she couldn't make out. But the viewing figures she could see - a huge number, larger than she had ever achieved before, a number she had dreamed of. But she hadn't wanted to be seen like this! Disgraced and use, a pole shoving a dildo into her pussy! That was pulled aside, and then a male figure, face covered by a hood, knelt in place behind her, grabbing her hips and shoving his cock, a real cock into her.

It felt even better than the dildo, bigger, hotter, filling her in an even more pleasurable way, and she twisted her hips back onto it, the length filling her entirely. It felt better then she could imagine, the sensation overwhelming, sending her into a maddened daze, desperately twisting and thrusting with her hips, wanting to get off as soon as possible, despite the shame of this being broadcast, trying to remember how this had happened...

 

Then, six months ago, thirty seconds left...

The timer ticked down, close to the end of the match. 25. Bri leaned in, fingers tapping on the keyboard, weaving left and right through the storm of bullets, her life ticking down, but just about hanging on. She raised her shields, blue aura shimmering into life, just in time to absorb the scything white energy beam that cut through the air. 20. Where the hell was he? Too much smoke, filling the air, wrecking her vision. There! Just a glimpse of movement, but that was enough. A flick of the mouse, lining up her sights, gun coming up, charge already at full. 15.

Her own beam shot back, bright red light slamming forward, blowing away the smoke, and connecting with an armor-wrapped head, disintegrating it. 10. Their body dropped to the floor, Bri's score ticking up by one, bringing it out of a tie, pushing her ahead. 5.

The respawn point was far away - there was no way for them to get back here in the time left. She hit the "pose" button, letting her character twist and preen on screen, making them bend over to show off a tight, latex-wrapped backside, breasts barely covered by the sci-fi outfit.

'Yes!' She pushed herself back away from the desk, twisting around in the gaming chair to let it rotate, raising her arms in victory, hearing victory music through her headset. When she spun around again, she could see the streaming chatlog, filled with emojis, victorious smiling faces and thumbs-up. 'That's how you do it!' She glanced down at the viewing figures - not bad! A bit more than before.

She leaned forward, making sure that the camera caught a glimpse down her top, not enough to get her in trouble again, but enough to make a ripple of heart emojis well up through the chat. Bri leaned back in the chair, feeling her tight shorts around her butt, slightly stiff from being sat in place too long. She stretched her legs out, raising them up into camera-shot. She should have worn thigh-high socks, but some of the watchers probably enjoyed the sight of her bare feet!

Raising two fingers to her mouth, she blew on them, making a gun-cocking noise, before kissing them, sliding them between her lips, rolling her tongue around them in a slow kiss. As the adrenaline faded, there was a tinge of tiredness, more than another energy drink could assuage. What time was it? She glanced down at the corner of the screen - she'd been gaming all night and into the morning! She'd need to get some rest before she collapsed! Not that it would be the first time, but that wasn't something she wanted to show on-stream! And when she was tired, she got slow and twitchy and stupid, a fog in her brain that was hard to work around.

She heard a knocking at the door, hard and strident. What was that? Had someone ordered something from her wish list?

'Sorry guys, someone loves me, gotta go see who! And what they've got me.' She blew a kiss at the camera and then cut the stream, half her screens going dark as everything cut off. The knocking came again, louder this time, and she slammed the enter key several times to go through the post-match screens, not caring about the points she'd earned, stepping away from the screen, sliding her headphones down around her neck.

It stung her eyes leaving her studio, the windows letting light into the rest of the apartment - at some point, she should get curtains, and maybe some other furniture, but she didn't need it yet.

She got to the front door and opened it, looking down the hallway, currently empty. But at her feet, there was a large, sturdy box, plastic, looking almost like a loot drop from a game. Had she attracted the attention of a company, sending her free merch, or some cool promo swag? It certainly wasn't the usual package of clothing from her wish list, or games or accessories.

It even had grips to pick it up with, and she used them to lift it, the thing heavier than she expected, carrying it back inside, the door swinging shut. She dumped it on her bed, kneeling on the floor and starting to flick latches open. It really was like something from a sci-fi show, although not any franchise she recognized.

It opened, with a cool, mechanical hiss, revealing stiff foam padding, industrial grey. She lifted it away, hoping to see a limited edition box set, some cosplay accessories or a recreation of some game item.

Instead, inside was a shiny circular ring of metal, which she lifted out. It was heavy, proper solid metal rather than a painted plastic replica, complete with a battery pack on one side, and a small read-out panel on the other, hinged. She closed it, making the thing into a complete ring, parts sliding together and then apart when she opened it up again. What was it? It was bigger than a Battle Royale collar, and she didn't recognize it from any other movie. Maybe it was for some new game or something? There was no logo or anything though, nothing to show what it was from. She pulled at the foam, finding it was layered, another tier holding smaller, longer metal rings, these ones without battery packs, but they did have hinged metal rings on them. And another pair, slightly squatter. What were they for?

She took hold of the large metal ring, sliding the rest aside, hearing them hit the floor. Was it really meant to be worn around the neck? She took hold of her hair with one hand, lifting it up and out of the way, putting the metal against her neck, finding it slightly chill and smooth. It definitely hadn't been something she'd asked for, but it did look kind of cool. It hinged easily and then clicked shut, the two halves linking together into one. It didn't feel quite right, but she rotated it around, until the heavy battery was at the back, the little screen at the front, now sitting more comfortably on her shoulders and collarbone.

Bri twisted her neck around, feeling the metal warm up and settle into position. It was a bit uncomfortable, making it hard to lower her neck and turn her head properly, and she could feel the weight of it on her body, pressing onto her skin.

She tried opening it up again, pulling on the two halves, wanting to take it off before sleeping. It didn't open, the parts refusing to part - it was snug enough that she couldn't slide a finger beneath it, at least without choking herself. No matter how she twisted and tugged, it didn't open, and turning it around just made it less comfortable!

There must be some hidden latch or something, but the outside of the collar felt smooth and featureless, without anything obvious to twist or turn in order to make it open. But she was tired! She could sort it tomorrow. Or today, whenever she woke up!

She shimmied her tight shorts down her legs and tossed them aside, throwing them onto the uneven heap of clothing, pulling her top over her head, leaving her entirely naked. She stroked her pert breasts, her hand then dropping between her legs, slightly stroking down there. She could feel faint stubble there - she'd need to shave again soon!

But she was too tired even for that, flopping onto her bed and wriggling into position, swiftly falling into a deep slumber, the metal thing still tight around her neck.